My dream

                                          My dream

The only dream I see is

Younger days of carefree innocence
Fully aware it's a thing of past
--For it seldom comes back again.

The lessons taught at various stages

By time and life matters now

They call me a better person 

--For becoming worldly wise.

I sense my loss in solitude

Is it seeing things in different light
Or seeing more than in real

--For the missing element I can't see.

Reviews

[no tell writer]

This is such an amazing write here, i really enjoyed this

[SkinlessFrank]

this is a wonderful little gem of a poem...the growth we sometimes do not see catches up with us

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Prema 🌸

I find that dreams are such mercurial anomalies, and unlike this clearly meaningful, lesson-bearing poem of your dream, mine rarely seem to make much sense.
In particular, I enjoy your eventual question, as (to me) it poses a quandary only a wiser, more aware person could. Then, in the final line, having humility enough to admit that, though, the more one learns the further they can see, you admit that you cannot, yet, perceive enough … insightfully, discerning there is more to learn.

Thank you so much for sharing your dream with us, and for reading and reviewing my poem, "The TREE" … many happy blessings! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[prema]

thank you for your kind words
thank you for reading

[Richard🖌]

Farrr more openly honest than "kind", but you are certainly welcome … it's a pleasure to read you. : )

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You capture that feeling we all sense as we age and life is suddenly past and a thing to recall rather than plan for yet despite our years often we still feel unfulfilled, unsure and ignorant of any truths.

[prema]

yes very true .In adult life we are concerned about the uncertainties of life