Dreams

When you are ten
Your dreams have wings
They float, they soar
Higher and higher
To a world unknown

Fate intervenes
What you want to become
In the loss of a parent
A guiding hand
Compassionate and caring
Leaving you stranded
Your dreams get shattered

Hope then dies
There is only loss
The future gets lost
Only mourning remains
You mourn your past
Future and tomorrow

Life goes by
Contentment does come
With what God gives
You can’t predict
What the future holds
You find your niche
A life to behold

This is in response to the Daily Prompt.
Dreams, Daily Prompt