An Early Start Poem by C Richard Miles

An early start, but will the promise last?
Will new horizons shine or sudden storms
Conspire to dowse the brightness of the dawn
Of possibilities and wreak their wrath.
Why glum so soon? In fresh-faced innocence
My eyes were bright, my thoughts unsullied, safe
From disillusion’s depths or failure’s grave.
Now dreams are dust and harsh experience
Removes the lustre from ambition’s gold
But hope remains that clouds will break their chain
And fly as sunshine’s heat makes joy regain
Its lost dominion over cheerless cold
To crown the day with memories and pride
As aspirations reign and doubts have died.