Promises were made,
Vows were exchanged,
The beauty of fulfillment,
But then life happened,
Was it all an illusion?
The more things change,
The more they remain the same,
All effort seems wasted,
On the futility of this cause,
When will the tide change?
Yet some hope still lingers,
The embers refuse to die,
Just one more day, one more time,
As we wait for renewal,
For sometimes, dreams do come true.
Harmony Engaged 
nice poem! I like the part where the question of illusion arises. After all, our lives at some point appear surrealistic that we can’t completely comprehend of we’re dreaming or living
Thanks for reading. I really appreciate it.
very welcome! 🙂
Nice poem.
Thanks 🙂