The pieces pick

What a pity
When sweet lofty dreams shatter
And into thin air disappear!
When a dreamed-of future
Goes off in flames!
Once it happened to me;
And my heart to pieces got broken;
And my sole thought was I would die.
Have you had such a moment too?
When your dream like smoke to heaven rose?
How that your heart to pieces must have been torn!
But still, when such times come,
You have to be strong not weak;
And the pieces pick;
And together patch them one by one;
To continue the journey,
So well begun,
Till the precious winning point
Is reached.