Anvil

I guess that fantasy is getting old,
my mind believes but my body knows,
so keep my dreams sheltered from the cold,
a toast that my strength will hold

here here! drink up! be merry!
the time has come,
to forget and bury,
those silly ideas,
from a younger time,
age will temper,
the sharpest mind,
and bend the heart,
to its will,
more practical,
then hope, and still,
hope beats on,
strikes cold iron,
awaiting loves heat return,
lone sound rings out,
in a lone place,
no one else can hear,
tears,
falling like the hammer,
working to make,
something real,
out of will,
and still...