The years between the dream and its fulfillment- The hidden sunsets, midnight hours forlorn And cold gray dawn- when seen in retrospection, Are sweet to me, for strength through pain is born. So I dream on, acquiring strength for weakness, Bestowing flowers where life has lost its sheen; And when at last I reach the dreams fulfillment Ill bless the seemingly waste of years between. If I can sing amidst lifes lost illusions, If I can meet reverses with a smile, Though sweet the dream and sweet the dreams Fulfillment The years between I count the most worthwhile.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 05:03:55 +0000
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