Sitting in a boat
Drifting on the sea
Wondering what the rest of life
Has in store for me
My life has taken many turns
Some turns I didn't want to go
There are still so many things
That I may never know
Some times I thought I had it all
But it slipped through my hands
At times it left me so confused
I just didn't understand
I could believe that maybe
I'd get another try
I know that might sound foolish
As much of life has passed me by
As we get older is it alright
For us to still have dreams?
Is it alright to still believe
The ends will one day justify the means?
Or should we just accept life as it is
Believing that no matter what
That all we have and have achieved
Will be our only shot
Or is it still good for us
To always believe in dreams
Knowing that no time soon
They will be redeemed
It seems our only enemy
Is time that marches on
Knowing our dreams can never be
When we are dead and gone
7-23-09/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each day is new a gift to you Invent what you will still time for thrill!