WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG
What did you dream of
When you were little
A fireman, a doctor
A ballerina, a judge
As you grew did
You keep that dream
Were you encouraged
Or did it fall behind
Drop to the floor
When you grew old
Did you look back
Was your past
What you wished
Or did you find
Something better
Or worse are you
Happy or sad
If you could
Would you change
Something you did
Or are you content
As you sit in your
Rocker and you
Look out the window
Are you smiling
Or are there tears
Falling gently
Down your face.
Life is what it is
We all aren’t perfect
We are actually
Right where we
Are supposed to be.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry
(Facebook page I manage)
08.28.2014