Working on a dream
though the dust might blind your eyes,
many hours of sweating
countless futile tries.
Seems
at times the reigns and bridle
are fastened
to your heart,
tugging
past the disappointment
and the trials that have their part,
In forming both the challenge
and the victory as well
trials are truly teachers
though in training you can't tell.
Much sweeter are the victories
that don't come on silver platters,
for when the dust has settled
it's character that matters.
Character is formed
when you keep on in the test,
it's how you handle striving
that
forms in us the best.
The test results are children
what you've passed on to your seed.
Simply dust and dreams?
or the example that they need.