Another Day Poem by Paul Reed

I think of all the holidays not taken
When funds were not enough
All the sunny smiles forsaken
As our drives landed in the rough;

All the times we stood out of the way
And had to eat each crumb
We said 'wait for another day'
For it will surely come;

I think of mountains and blue skies
The rippling surface of a lake
The mornings with the sun on the rise
The things for which I ache;

Those days we could have had
But had to take another track
Opportunities missed are sad
For you can never get them back.