Dream Storm

It’s not too late.

Dreams seem far away.

We are older, and tired,

Convinced by hurts in a way

That makes us feel like we got fired

From life.

But it’s not too late

To pick up that baton

Of courage, and renew

Our pledge to kneel upon

Life’s alter rather than sit back in a pew

And watch.

It’s not too late

To pack up all those dreams

And restart our journey when

We understand that death is the

Only thing that will separate them

From done.

It’s not too late

To understand that in spite

Of a painful, slow, unhappy start

Life is day by day our right

To change or keep or rip apart

To redesign.

It’s not too late

To realize that our gifts might often be

Different from the ones some folk can

Appreciate and see

But you’re a talented poet, a beautiful person and

In you I believe.

It’s not too late

To turn a new leaf from one that is worn,

And pluck up something new and fresh.

Be your own accomplishment STORM.

And leave in your wake, all of your best

Love and words.

Kathy Adams