I had dreams you see
Put in front of me
That I could not chase

I had lust you see
But it must not be
Yet you must not waste

That’s what I was told
Growing old
Lessons of my youth

Now I’m here
It seems more clear
That’s not always the truth

For I see now
At times one must bow
to others and their will

When it does no good to row
Sometimes one must allow
Even though it kills.

© Daniel Breslin