What would we do in this world of ours Were it not for the dreams ahead? For thorns are mixed with the blooming flowers No matter which path we tread. And each of us has his golden goal, Stretching far into the years; And ever he climbs with a hopeful soul, With alternate smiles and tears. That dream ahead is what holds him up Through the storms of a ceaseless fight; When his lips are pressed to the wormwood's cup And clouds shut out the light. To some it's a dream of high estate; To some it's a dream of wealth; To some it's a dream of a truce with Fate In a constant search for health. To some it's a dream of home and wife; To some it's a crown above; The dreams ahead are what make each life -- The dreams -- and faith -- and love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS |