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I Started Thinking - 2. Wishes and Dreams

We all have dreams that have gone unfulfilled and wishes of what the future would hold.

When I was young I had dreamed of the future

I would wish on stars like the song said, hoping for that dream would eventually come true

I would stare out my window at the stars that shined bright

Wondering when I’d see the first star of the night

 

When I was young I had dreams of the future,

I dreamed of mostly silly things, however they were real to me then

I would say to myself, “I am going to be a singer”, but that dream had to end

I dreamed of one day getting out of the ghetto, so I would be free to begin

 

When I was young I had dreamed of the future

Now that I’m older my dreams have changed a bit, to the wishes of a mother, who’s self-worth depends

Its dependent a pond the dreams of a child, who has his own dream to look for

Maybe he will do the things I use to long for

 

When I was young I had dreamed of the future…

This is self edited so any and all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy the emotional ride.. As always, Have a sweet day.. Lmoline
Copyright © 2017 lmoline; All Rights Reserved.
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And like lyrics to another song, "What ever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see," 

 

Sometimes we have to take that emotional ride. :P

 

 

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The wishes and dreams of youth are very different from those of adulthood, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.  I know how you feel, though.  Sometimes those dreams become pangs of regret. :hug:  Nice job, Imoline. :) 

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Those dreams you call silly are part of our emerging identity as we struggle to figure out our place in the world. We all have them, and our imagination is often our solace. It hurts to have reality overtake that imagination... you show that so well here. Your responsibility is to another now... your fortunate son. Parenthood may not have been one of those early hopes and dreams, but it is your life's blessing. I live much through my children now, and while I may wish for more, I can't regret the reward fatherhood gives me. You moved me greatly with this one as well, Imoline... I love how you transfer those dreams to your child in the last verse... it's what we do. Thanks and cheers ... Gary.... :hug: 

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11 hours ago, Headstall said:

Those dreams you call silly are part of our emerging identity as we struggle to figure out our place in the world. We all have them, and our imagination is often our solace. It hurts to have reality overtake that imagination... you show that so well here. Your responsibility is to another now... your fortunate son. Parenthood may not have been one of those early hopes and dreams, but it is your life's blessing. I live much through my children now, and while I may wish for more, I can't regret the reward fatherhood gives me. You moved me greatly with this one as well, Imoline... I love how you transfer those dreams to your child in the last verse... it's what we do. Thanks and cheers ... Gary.... :hug: 

Thanks Gary, you're right about dreams and wishes from childhood being the beginning of self. Although in my childhood hood my support system was't  very supportive, so my dreams and most of who I am now is learned. That aspect is not what I want for my son. Truth is I have never really been a child. So watching my son and all of my nieces and nephews grow is my biggest dream. 

As always, Have a sweet day... Lmoline and thank you.

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On 7/17/2017 at 7:39 AM, R J Drew said:

And like lyrics to another song, "What ever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see," 

 

Sometimes we have to take that emotional ride. :P

 

 

You are most definitely right about that.Without feeling anything the question becomes are you really alive?  This particular pom was me just trying to work out what my dreams are now verses what I wished they had been. I am glad you like the poem and understood the underlying message..Thank you for the continued support.

 

And as aways,  Have a sweet day..... Lmoline  and :thankyou:  

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On 7/17/2017 at 8:20 AM, Valkyrie said:

The wishes and dreams of youth are very different from those of adulthood, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.  I know how you feel, though.  Sometimes those dreams become pangs of regret. :hug:  Nice job, Imoline. :) 

Thank you Val, you are so right. Regret is where most of us tend to get stuck at, but you still have to keep moving forward. Being who I am now would not be who I am if some of those dreams and wishes had come true. Who know that may be the same for all of humanity.

 

As always, Have a sweet day...... Lmoline and :thankyou:

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Melancholic, but pretty. I loved how you ended, imagining your son pursuing those dreams. Thank you for your poem.

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1 hour ago, BDANR said:

Melancholic, but pretty. I loved how you ended, imagining your son pursuing those dreams. Thank you for your poem.

Thanks BDANR,

I appreciate it greatly. Yes this poem is very melancholic. It is a poem of wishing for a better life than I had.

Thank you again and have a sweet day..Lmoline

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