B-R-O-K-E-N DREAMS

As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He is my friends.
But then, instead of leaving him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.

At last, I snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," he said, "What could I do...
You never did let go?"

This is really a good poem. I like it!