
We grow older
Our dream fall to the waste side.
They get lost amongst ending hours of working,
Cleaning and taking care of the people in our lives.
We grow older and regret what we have not done.
Somewhere life lost all meaning and fun.
We are always on the run.
Often too late in life
Childhood dreams reappear.
Those memories are so dear.
We live in fear
Our days are going by fast.
We have no time for our dreams.
Dreams that will fade away
With our soul’s ascension.
Make time to see
Make time to believe
You and your dreams
Have a place in the world.
Thank-you for reading. Much love, light, and happiness to all!
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Brenda Marie Fluharty is a freelance writer, blogger, poet and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda has a Master’s Degree in Metaphysical Science from the University of Metaphysics. A few years back she decided it was time to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences. She has been blogging for over 15 years. Brenda specializes in writing poetry, short stories, writing tips, and product reviews. Because of her spiritual background, she writes articles on spiritual healing, spiritual philosophy, dream interpretations, anything in the metaphysical field, and health and wellness essays and articles. She is the author of Writing Through the Soul.
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