One day you wake up.
And find the years are gone,
When youthful vigor was full and free
And the power that drove you on.
One day you find the years,
Have raced away behind
And left too many of your dreams,
Only in your mind.
One day you realize,
Those dreams are left to die.
So, you hang your head
And turn away with a sad goodbye.
One day you wonder,
Why you let them wait.
Promising “tomorrow”.
Then finding it’s too late.
One day that horizon
Is closer than you thought,
And time is running out for you,
To do the things you ought.
One day the shadows gather,
And creep in through your door
And the dreams you always dreamed,
Are in your mind no more.
© James L Frady, February 28, 2025
