forsaken dosquatch The dreams of childhood lay forsaken Upon the bedroom floor Dusty Forgotten Replaced by concerns taken From the grind of later years Plans to be laid Bills to be paid Repairs to be made All in trade Responsibility for whimsy Practicality for principle Daily reality for ideals But the dreams they remain Waiting to be reclaimed To live anew in the eyes Of the children that come after Your kids My kids Our kids Their kids Running and playing Singing and saying "This is the way it should be" And you dare not burden them With the knowledge The certainty The turning of the wheel That will have them forsake those dreams, too ~"~ 070712 what's it to you? who go blather from