Cinders in the Chimney
Cinders in the chimney
I wonder what was burned?
Simple wood for heating,
Or dreams not understood?
Plans that lacked conviction
Or talents pushed aside
Because the system told
Those skills just did not pay?
I wonder what was burned?
Simple wood for heating,
Or dreams not understood?
Plans that lacked conviction
Or talents pushed aside
Because the system told
Those skills just did not pay?
Cinders in the chimney
So call a chimney sweep,
Or hope we can recover
Those dreams and plans we burned?
Talents parents told us
Just couldn't make a buck,
Can we reclaim them still,
Or are we out of luck?
We all had dreams, plans, talents and ambitions when we were young that we pushed aside, forgot about, or burned because parents, teaches, friends and our own doubts convinced us they were not worth pursuing. But it's usually not to late to reclaim them. Remember that Grandma Moses didn't start painting until she was in her seventies.








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