The dreams of youth
So quickly fly
Pausing only to gaze
And wonder why.
Are the dreams
The only hopes
Of life to be
Or of what should have been?
The dreams of love
Of family too
Of happiness
And of friends.
Cherished and tender
Yearning and carefree
Striving for hope and success
Are these dreams gone
Or are they just postponed
Delayed
Until its too late....
Neither I say
We are living the dreams
Though they may not be clear
These are the dreams
Of those before us
Those who strived
Struggled to survive
For the dreams of youth
We may not realize
But its important
For us to pass them along
One day our dreams
Will be the reality of the youths.
The End
Brian Spitler
