Once I thought….
What did I think?  
Now I do not know.
A time when I had daydreams 
Of a future.
I tried not, 
Realism shook me like a child, 
But they sometimes ran away from me, 
As daydreams are wont to do.
But each day brought a little more tarnish to their gilt
Until all that was left was a dull memory of what once was.
A reminiscence of a future that never shall be.
And I tried to make it shine again, washed it with my tears
As it crumbled to dust in my hands.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Realism shook me like a child, But they sometimes ran away from me, As daydreams are wont to do. life, love and its expectations.. very fine poem. tony