"Dreams Grow Old"
🌟 Imagine if,
At age nine, you could choose your fate,
Dreams in hand, like a menu at a cosmic cafe.
Yet as we age, reality hits like a tidal wave,
Regrets loom, like unwelcome shadows.
🌈 Childhood wishes were whimsical, outlandish things,
Now grown, they slip through our grasp like sand....
At age nine, you could choose your fate,
Dreams in hand, like a menu at a cosmic cafe.
Yet as we age, reality hits like a tidal wave,
Regrets loom, like unwelcome shadows.
🌈 Childhood wishes were whimsical, outlandish things,
Now grown, they slip through our grasp like sand....