An Explanation Of Dorothea Mackellar's Poem '

Dorothea Mackellar poem: Promises
I am facing back to front
Over my shoulder is the sun
Ahead is the clear blue sky
There is an open door
I know I can never walk through it
My line of sight ends again

I always have woolly hopes
Of forgetting all vows
Hopes are chance.
Chance are hopes. Though striving, however hard I try
Will always be little and insignificant

The path to freedom is paved with obstacles
It is made of hardship and broken promises
If we strive though, as hard as we can
The limit past the sky
Will we still fall to disgrace?
Patience and time is the ultimate decider,
If the promise in your head can live its time

Finally, a promise is a promise
Oath breakers did not heed the warning
Promises are continually being shattered