The Folly of Dreams

To followed the heart and a misbegotten youthful dream.
To the edge of time and to a worked out useless seam
But still see gold there, with youthful foolish eyes
And laboured then in vain, sure of the glittering prize
In the cocksure arrogance of boastful youth
To walk a chosen path, disdainful of the truth
That no gold or riches would this labour gain
But instead a life of disillusionment and pain.

Blind faith is choice to those who walk apace
But life in all its disappointment he must  face
Who walks with wife and child now by his side
For in him her love and faithful trust reside
And duty bound to them must not betray
But himself, give up the foolish dream of yesterday.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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