How many disappointments does it take,
To break you of your dreams.
How many sacrifices does it make,
To devour all your schemes.
You will have lost horizons
Before you meet your goals;
Many reality checks to manage,
Until you’ve grown quite old.
You sit there, enraged, bitter, despondent;
Let your energy be sapped, no vigor, lean upon it.
Before you looked at life; those rose-colored glasses,
Lay broken and partially shattered as romances.
Scream and yell when you don’t get your way;
Threaten others for the way they play;
Get them back and make them pay;
Vengeance is sweet until that night, when alone in bed you lay.
Only you can break this hold,
Instead of saying I can’t do;
Without blaming others for what you do.
Poem Written 11/27/2004
Painting : Golden Mountains,
The Open Spaces Series, Oil On Paper by Linda L. Martin
Copyright©2004 L.L. Martin All North and South American and
World and Electronic Rights Reserved.
