Empty Cups and Dreams

What is the prize of an effort that is lost?
Is it a dream destine to ride with Charon,
As he fulfills his role commanded by Hades?

What is a dream without an effort afforded it?
It surely is no more than a sail torn
With rips amongst other flaws upon a ship?

What is an effort denied a dream?
Certainly, it must be an empty cup
Clouding the mind baring no prize?

How can one find hope and inspiration
Within a ship stripped of sails,
Littered with empty cups and dreams?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the way you use the English language. I had to read this poem a few times for the pleasure of the words and your thoughts. Life can make us feel tire and weak. We must be strong for the people who need us. I believe with age. Must re-create new dreams and hope. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[marytownsend]

Beautiful with a touch of sadness. I'm glad it ended with a question because questions sometimes means there's an answer still to be found, along with hope and happiness!

[Stacey Watts]

This was very well written my friend. The words carry truth and dreams are sometimes littered perhaps but deep down there is a glimmer of shine left. Excellent work.