And When your Dreams Turn to Dust.
If only, could have and should have – are all you can say
The aspirations of yesterday become the regrets of today
And when your dreams lie broken and shattered
Leaving you confused and scattered
The four winds whisper and sigh
And you ask yourself why oh why ?
Your dreams once so vivid and bright
Just fade away like the evening light
We squander our time in remorse and regret
A constant reminder lest we forget
Of man’s immaturity, foolishness and pride
But from the truth we can not hide
The past we regret, the future we fear
And sacrifice the present as if it’s not here
And when we fall, we may struggle to rise
A little more weary and a little more wise
And when your dreams turn to dust
And hope has faded, but carry on you must
To stand and face our worries and woes
To laugh in the faces of our troubles and foes
Our dreams may not have turned out as perceived
And what we wished for, was not received
But gifts we did, were those we needed
Perhaps our prayers were truly answered.
C Denis Murphy 05 March 2021.