Youths Promise As a youth I dreamed afar Of a distant shining star, It was the future for me, How maturity would be. I imagined my future to hold Fame and fortune untold, A bright new world for me Would be as I dreamed it to be. My fantasies that of a child With imaginings gone wild Never envisioned old age, It's anguished silent rage. Fame never came to pass My fortune I wasted at last, I dream of that youthful child With mental imagery so wild. Dreams never came true, Not like I wanted them to, Yesteryears schemes and plans Slowly slipped from aging hands. I no longer envision tomorrows, If only I could return to borrow Dreams from my youthful mind Old age might seem more kind. I watch the years swiftly pass Like sand in an hourglass, My mind constantly yearns For youths dream to return. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 03-29-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone