A Great Life

Sometimes I spend my quiet moments
in daydreams of yesterday
with familiar faces I used to know,
recalling times of yesteryears
when we were young
and future was our oyster.
We would make all our dreams come true.
Then the daydream is gone
and we think back at all we have done
and try to recall all the dreams we won.
We remember all the hardships
and how we battled through.
We remember all the heartaches
that our life has had to endure.
How we sank so low at times,
but recovered from them too.
We look around at all we have
in the way of different dreams
and we can say with honesty
what a great life we’ve had.

4 February 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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