Not knowing what is coming <br />But dreading the thoughts of nothing <br />Dreading more what is in dreams store <br />Anything would be better than <br />My dream of what’s reality <br />Led along a path of destiny <br />By a bunch of bridled horses <br />They cannot change canals courses <br />Ropes taught with tension <br />Tow paths under hoofs give traction <br />Reaching weirs with locks <br />Locks for elevation <br />Waters rising but not elation <br />Reaching places where once <br />Within the habitation <br />Dark satanic mills brought desperation <br />Boating on the canals in long <br />And narrow boats <br />No longer pulled by horses <br />But by horse power measured pistons <br />Horses now released from bridles <br />We still follow courses laid in our <br />Ancestors revolutionary days <br />When they made the waterways <br />And laid tracks for locomotives <br />With invisible reigns you pull <br />The economic boats and trains <br />Along the paths our fathers laid <br />Unless we would wake up from <br />Past dreams <br />And look at what is real <br />Not what it seems. <br />What unbridled would we do <br />Put out to pasture <br />Is that the fate that will meet you?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-retirement/
