Broken Dreams.

I wrote this poem when I was feeling a bit low some years back.
We all dream about things we wanted in life, and things that we feel
we deserve, but more often either we loose things or we find out that
what we knew and dreamed of where incorrect, impossible, and
irreplaceable..

As a child my imaginations were queer,
What's the world outside I would fear,
In my dreams of blue grass and purple sky,
Things would just float, and hopes would fly.

I grew up to know, I was so wrong,
I grew up to know, dreams do lie.

As a kid, I dreamt of space,
Where stars would be so near,
I'll tie them up with a lace.
That someday I'll grow up and touch the moon,
And all my dreams shattered , soon.

As a teen my fantasies just grew,
But they were all fake, deep down I knew.
When I spent hours gazing fireflies and stars,
I was so sure there is life on mars.
And my Science teacher told it's not true,
I felt betrayed by everyone I knew.
I faced it all, All those writings on the wall,
Every dream that I painted there,
Ended up getting tainted somewhere.

I gathered courage to face it like am adult,
If not this then in which world?

I read too many romantic stories,
That charm, beauty, eternal glory,
I had faith that love does exists,
I didn't know why everyone resists.

But there is so much pain, and heartache,
I realized truth is hard to take.

Its not the world as we always dream of,
And some dreams better be broken.

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Don't Quit

Some 10 years back I came across a beautiful poem in one of the self
help books. I've came across a few other versions of the poems with a
few changes here and there, but the essence of the poem stays with me
in heart. So here I am, sharing it with you.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must but don't quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won, he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow,
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggles has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learnt too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown,
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit,
Its when things seem worst that you must not Quit.
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P.S. There are many people who claim this poem is written by someone they might have known or are related to. I can neither support, verify or deny any of those claims. But the most important part stays as being inspired by the poem and sharing it with people.