This was so deep, filled with reality and poetic heart !

You were going gung ho there and then you hit a negative ending. That's too bad. I'd encourage you to revisit the final two lines, however, it's your poem and you will ultimately decide that yourself ... or not. Sometimes inaction is the same as action in the final result. In any case I enjoyed the read. Kudos on that.

Keep on keeping on.

Like sidewalk chalk drawings eroding with time
Your dreams will wash away slowly, exactly like mine

I find your poem bittersweet and very meaningful, Glen. Thank you for sharing your perspective. Love and peace to you,

Regis

i JUST love the part "dream much and dream big and dream often my child" and how you so perfectly made me sense the passage of time.
This is an incredibly gem of writing and I won't forget it.

Our dreams are ever changing. Your capture of future dreams is wonderful and unique in this poem.
CarolHawks

Glen,
Awesome poetry, Glen. Children need to dream, to wish, to hope, to love and to play. Time stops for no one. I will be tracking you and reading you often.

Many blessings,
~Linda

This Is Elloquently Spoken Within Your Beautiful Write Glen
Makes Me Ache For Yesterday When My Daughters Were Little & Saying My Favorite Word In The Whole World; "Mommy"....
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie

This is so precious Glen, very nice, love holly

Beautifully written... I will never look at sidewalk chalk drawings the same.

This really touched my heart. I loved doing sidewalk chalk drawings as a child, and you have really put such meaning into them here. Wonderful writing.

Beautiful expression of life. Everyone should use that chalk to cross off the dreams they've accomplished !

So true Glen,
Time marches on never to rest,, May we follow our dreams, as we will All one day rest, never to march again. So good to see you post, Blessings and Love,
Christine

Sidewalk chalk drawings always will left there the shadow of a meaning

Georg

Interesting topic as I spent many hours as a child doing sidewalk drawings with chalk of many colors now lost forever, but remembered....

Be always safe,
Karen

This is so strange, it almost seems divinely contrived. Not more than 30 minutes ago, I was sitting pondering my daughter's sidewalk chalk etchings where she wrote "I love you." I thought how the pending rains would wash it away and how youth is similarly fleeting and washed away over time. I thought of writing about "sidewalk chalk words" - then saw this poem listed. Your write is thought-provoking with good, strong words of advice. I'm sure this poem will touch hearts.