Dreams Unshared

Twenty years have passed, she still remains
Wed to the same employer, home and bed.
One lover only found the path that led
Down to her heart but brought unhappy chains.
Each year was watered with fresh pillow stains,
Care etched its acid lines as youth's hopes fled
Away and one by one her blossoms bled.
Declining health scope limited as strains
Expressed themselves in sundry aches and pains.
Solitude, silent, grieved. In children's stead,
Projects and dreams unshared, palm's hopes unread
Alas dust piled upon Time's counterpanes.
So two decades spun by, and what's to show?
Some fears, some tears, some years ‘tis time to go.

(24 February 1992)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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