I. When come the thoughts of things that might have been, Of love, of home, and maybe children too, To wrap their tiny hands around a mother's heart, I long, but wishing's done, I chose my part, To follow my career, my will to do. —And now, youth's dreams can never be again. And I have only a career. II. I know he wants his freedom once again; He says I'm old, worn-out, and ugly too. And now divorce, 'tis best that we should part. But could he know that deep within my heart There's still a spark of love which yet might do —But now I dream of things that might have been. For I have but an empty house. III. At times when things go wrong the whole day through, And I'm worn down with worry, fret and care; I often dream of things that might have been, Or might be now, if I would turn again To youth, to wealth once offered, if I dare. —Sometimes I wish that dreams of youth came true. For I have only a poor home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING SWAN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD JENNIE HARRIS OLIVER by THERESA DRULEY BLACK DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE |