The Museum of Broken Dreams

Some dreams are built to fly so high,

they touch the clouds and kiss the sky.

Some dreams are small and quiet things,

the joy that simple living brings.

But when a dream has lost its light,

and fades away into the night,

it doesn't die or disappear -

it simply finds its way right here.

This museum of broken dreams,

where hope still flows in quiet streams.

The ballet shoes that never danced,

the love affair that never chanced.

The business plan, the novel's start,

the paintings made from head and heart.

The journeys that were never taken,

the trust that ended up forsaken.

Each one displayed with gentle care,

to show how brave it was to dare.

For broken dreams don't mean you've failed,

they mean you sailed when others quailed.

So come and walk these halls with me,

and all the dreams you'll get to see.

Are not dead things behind the glass,

but proof that beautiful things can pass.

And in their passing, make us more,

than who we were the day before.