Do not let dreams die
Through bitter words of cowards
Like coming of spring
Nurture the tender young shoots
To reveal their destiny
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
* Inspired by a friend questioning the value of her dreams.
Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Do not let dreams die
Through bitter words of cowards
Like coming of spring
Nurture the tender young shoots
To reveal their destiny
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
* Inspired by a friend questioning the value of her dreams.
Age of statesmen gone
Left with only empty suits
Like their promises
A wealth of material
But nothing of true substance
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shafts of golden beam
Carry dust and dreams
Through panes stained
From winds and rain
Warming on a cold winter’s day
Secured from dhill, inside I will stay
A cup of tea in one hand
Envisioning holiday in a warmer land
Comfort in a good book I will read
In these I find all the solace I need
Nothings better on a cold winter day
Than a good book, hot tea and…
A mind allowed to stray
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
What we forge in life
Only lives on when we share
Like gifts at Christmas
The joy is in the giving
Expecting naught in return
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~