We all dream about the future. We hope. We love. We nurture and adore. But sadly, the future is but a passing phase – only temporary – like everything else.
Hope’s dawn is beauty personified. It calls out a promise. It spells out a brighter day.
But…the pot of gold…which side to go?
So..pack the bag, set off. If you don’t try, you’ll never know.
The oasis of hope awaits the intrepid traveller, yet the landscape of reality is part of the picture.
The once-proud acquisition will age with the dream.
The building that housed the hopes will decay…
And so the sun will set on every dream, every hope, every love, the day dying in a blaze of colour.
But…, despite the knowledge that everything must pass, we’re up at dawn again; hoping that today, indeed, will be different.