A Personal Mistake
When the nights are long and cold
When the wind howls and beats against the frame
My mind recalls all my personal mistakes, sold
For the easy road, the faster lane
The most disgraceful, never told
Has to be the dreams I let end because another's life
Over powered my dream, or am I just sand sifting against the elements
Floating with the current
Dreams give us hope, hope makes me float
Never end on a sad note
Never End
Thanks Jared for the inspiration in your poem, Personal Fame
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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