If This Be The Best Of Our Times Poem by Thomas Duncky

If these be the best times of our lives
And these scars are the twinkle stars we hoped for
Then the future we prayed upon was as treacherous
If these sorrows tormenting our souls are the now that we wished for
Then somewhere between the lines we had our dreams lost

We begged for fish and not serpents
For eggs and not scorpions
But this future on the table
This is not the menu we ordered

If this be the paradise we excitedly glimpsed at a distance
Then somebody might have switched our treasure island
These are not the times we heard and fancied in the fables
In between those fairly tales somebody lied

We dreamed of watching twinkle little stars together on a gentle night
Of raising little babies on our own
But this now, this reality of our future
Is far more monotonous than our bright dreamy rainbow