In My Younger Years
In my younger years, I had dreams.
I believed the possibilities were endless.
I believed in God.
In my younger years, I believed the sun shone just for me.
Ah, the innocence of youth.
I convinced myself that the cloudy days
were for others, not me.
I believed that nothing was impossible,
that I had only to dream, and try hard.
Now that my innocence has waned, and my youth
is no longer fresh as the morning dew,
I realize the stark truth.
Life is made of sunshine and clouds,
and it takes more than just trying hard.
It takes praying, and crying, and hoping.
All of that, with a little luck thrown in.
And sometimes, even with all that,
things still don't work out,
but the sun will shine again.
Ah, the wisdom of age.