Then I was young and unafraid,
When dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
. . . So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.*
In just a couple of weeks, we'll make our fourth trip to the Shore. We'll pack up our car with beach chairs and buckets and frisbees. We'll take a cooler and a blanket and bags of groceries into our SUV. (I've been successful so far at avoiding the mini-van.)
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No. See? See that smile? That love? You see? We create new dreams. My reality has turned out to be better.
* Here are the entire lyrics.
7 comments:
I hope you get to use the same fab Corelleware this year! =)
I'm highly jealous, as there's no beach in our summer this year :( Send out some beach vibes to us land-bound folks when you're there!!
Yeah. About that. Our beach trip got canceled. Boohoo.
We head over to the beach next week. Can't wait. I will warm the sand up for ya!
Oh my goodness, many magazines feature the Jersey shore as the dream vacation! From those articles, and your photos, I can see why! P.S. Please come visit my blog...it's my son's birthday and I am so missing him.
Grace- I love this post and the pictures. So true and so beautifully said. Christine xoxo
Kent and I spent time in OC NJ 2 years ago- it was the first time I had been there since "us girls" were there at age 19. Brought back memories! Have a great time making new ones!
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