Youthful dreams flourish in our minds,
travelling the paths of life.
Choices,decisions of various kinds
choosing a Husband or Wife.
Reality
strikes..truth is revealed
often hurt,seldom healed.
Shackles
and Chains of existence bind
Some move foreward,the rest left behind.
A Hand
stretched here,a groveling there
dreams held dear,take a chance do we dare.
A Master
found,a master lost
Honour bound at any cost
Death
comes near often with pains.
All that was dear was the Agony of Chains.
