DREAMS

There is no future good enough, for what we hope to be. Nor a world with windows wide enough, for what we hope to see.

Yet when we turn to compromise

The dreams with which we make                                                      

We’ill glimpse behind a memory

Which we cannot forsake

How beautiful this time of youth

That is so quikly gone!

We came to learn together, and

In moments we are done How long we will remember this

Brief time when life would wait

Upon the true perception that

Comes always far too late…

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