I’ve tarried long on this troubled road
And carried much of it’s heavy load
I’ve pushed and pulled and shoved far too hard
And buried my dreams in God’s backyard.
But dreams are not what it’s all about
It’s the values we share without doubt
And the courage it takes to do right
Even when deeds are beyond all sight !
The wistful willows bend and weep
The mourning doves have gone to sleep
The raucous gulls their silence keep
While in the night dark shadows creep.
Failed dreams lie stagnant in a heap
The charm is gone, the price too steep
The prize we seek beyond our leap
For as we sow, so shall we reap !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 