Where is the dream of yesterday
Where has it gone it’s flown away,
It wasted by the road’s dead end
And lingered there without a friend.
The flowers withered on the vine
The fruit has shriveled in the clime
The world just seems so out of sorts
Our ships are moored in foreign ports
Hard work is there that none will share
I think there’s no one left to care !
Claire V. Bogdanos 