Dreams of Hope and Fret

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From days of cribs
And bottled dining
We are told about our dreams
Hold them tight
Pursue them fast
Let them fly among the clouds
They greet you in bed
And linger in the morn
Pleasant ghosts throughout the day
Some take you far
Others soothe your soul
Until your world begins to change
Dreams go dark
Or never come
Your mind is burdened by the task
Stress of life
With pressure of survival
The dragons and elves have gone away
Youth allows joy
Age whittles at your soul
Until dreams are painful shards of glass

(Going to be out of it today and maybe for a few days.  Early wake up by a crying child that resulted in an ER visit because no doctors or clinics were open.  So, I’ll apologize for long delays in responses or incoherent responses.)

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Dreams of Hope and Fret

  1. Sometimes we have to deal with the real world. Take a few days and deal with life’s curves.


  2. I hope the little guy is okay.


  3. Ouch. I mean, great poem and all, but… ouch.


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