The Stolen Dream...

The Stolen Dream

I don't know how I feel about it .
We'd  almost signed the lawyer's writ, 
When, those who were selling to us

Made the most unfortunate fuss

And pulled out. 

Our move, only days away,

almost there, on our way.

Now, though the sun shines overhead,

The moon beckons me, and I am led

into the shadows.

My dream  stolen,  taken from me

Yet still it continues in memory to be,

A complete reality.

I sit in the garden in this sun,
grandchildren, picnics, lots of fun.
Enjoy the plants,  colours so bright,
Drink wine, with friends, late into the night,
But it's not to be.

Something better round the corner

 they say,
A new adventure for another day.
It wasn't meant to be this time, oh no.
We'll just have to have another go,
At searching.

I'm sorry I've bored you all with my rhyme
Not very good and way out of time
Maybe I'll have some better news soon,
If it's the right phase of the moon,