Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Dream Too Late

In the quiet of a life,
At the setting of its sun,
When passed away is its strife,
And when all the work is done,

Do not choose this time to say,
“There, but for a fickle fate!”
Let not that time slip away
And then find you dream too late.

Dream your dreams as children ought,
And pursue them with your heart;
Keep them safe in cherished thought,
And give each a fresh new start.

For time will come when dreams pass,
As the setting sun will fade,
And as the dream fulfilled will last,
Dreams forgotten turn to shade.


March 30, 2012 - Posted by | Poetry | , , ,


  1. I wrote one about men’s dreams and published it on my blog not too long ago:

    Comment by thebardonthehill | March 30, 2012 | Reply

    • I enjoyed reading your work.

      Comment by Brady | March 30, 2012 | Reply

  2. I found your poem through “Topics”, poetry, and I’m glad I did. I look forward to reading more on your site.

    Comment by Linda Redwine | March 30, 2012 | Reply

    • Thank you for stopping by! I’m glad you found something that you enjoyed!

      Comment by Brady | March 30, 2012 | Reply

  3. Please publish these for the rest of the world to read. They are so very thoughtful and sensitive.

    Comment by starsuzla1 | May 21, 2012 | Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: