On passing the junkyard
I saw the dreams of yesterday
what once was a prize
Lies rusting now
The hearts desire,
A fulfilment wish
Broken and cast asunder
In the junkyard, rests.
Hope, the hearts desire
Enchant the days of expectation
Lay twisted in the fire
For time and pleasure
From within the heart
Reveal unfeigned treasure
happiness was in the journey,
Not in the destination
Adrian Wait
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/junkyard-of-dreams/
