All of us, with needs unmet, <br />heartbreakingly aware <br />our days are spent <br />scavenging <br />bits of distant dreams; <br />alas, all that we are <br />is the little that we seem. <br /> <br />In contrast are the days now past <br />of envisioning times <br />of peace at last - <br />hopefulness <br />was a crystal jar; <br />yet, all that it held <br />is the little that we are.<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tlii/
