‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘
Beware all ye who tread this road
Myriads traversed this path long before
Before your dreams crush to dust
With their unfulfilled dreams
With pretentious messages cast long shadows
Sheltered observers, detached all
From the safe cocoons of their warm hearths
Wonder why no one heard their call
Of all those dreamers
Who left behind their cry
Listen ye all, listen well
This road is the one
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Twenty Four