Listen to the lovers as they
Bicker,
tease and pine away
For
what they haven't yet achieved
In
their great quest for total joy.
Dreams
laid often by the wayside
Waiting
patiently their turn,
Battered,
shattered, beaten, broken,
Like
a child's forgotten toy.
Brave
hearts will pick up the pieces,
Mend
the break and carry on
With
hope renewed and vision
Rising
over that of lesser men.
Goals
revised and redirected,
Spirits
bolstered and renewed.
Never
minding failure, finding
Favor
to begin again.
If
a dream is worth pursuing,
Always
keep it within view.
If
perfection is our goal,
We've
got a lot of work to do.
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