A Dream

Things change

When I was young, I had a dream
Of how my life would be
My college years, no lover’s tears
Love, peace and harmony

But plans may change, and so did mine
Youth’s dreams for life, no more
My service years and mother’s tears
Depression, distress and discord.

Though youth has passed, the dream yet glows
Of how my life could be
In autumn years, as true love nears
Love, peace and harmony.