When I was in high school a model named Colleen Corby was often on magazine covers like Seventeen, 'TEEN, and ingenue. With her lovely figure, gorgeous face, and perfect hair, she was the ideal teenager, causing a lot of us to feel very inferior. It was tough comparing oneself to this beauty. Somehow everyone gets through the teen years without too many lasting scars.
The reason I'm remembering the teenage years and those magazines is because of a poem I once read in one of those issues. I do not know the author of these few lines, but they have stayed with me always.
"Dreams are funny,
they melt all up
like Mother's sugar
in her coffee cup."
The above words are true. I have realized some of my dreams, but certainly not all. Dreams tend to fade away. And as you age, you accept that some will never be.
Of course, I love the words of Langston Hughes, too.
"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow."
2 comments:
heartfelt blog. You have always been the sensitive one. That is why I love you.
Lovely message. Thank you. So thankful for our long friendship.
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