When I was young I looked ahead
and wondered what might be,
Dreaming of all the future held,
what would become of me.

But as the years passed one by one
my dreams fell by the way,
so busy living life, I found
I had to store my dreams away.

I’m older now, much older,
some even call me old,
I no longer dream big dreams
my story has been mostly told.

I find these days when I look back,
consider what has been,
those dreams I held so long ago,
I have no need or use for them.

Life’s joys and tears, and some regrets
not much of how I dreamed, and yet –
somehow its all been good,
I would hardly change a thing.

“Reflections” Sandra Bivens Smith . Copyright ©️ 2023