Death of a Dream
Death of a Dream
Written: By Tom Wright
January 2015
At edge of night
Lies a junkyard,
Where locked away,
Is each un-kept promise
Empty dream or unmet goal.
From here, finality,
For time knows no reversal.
We freewheel through life,
Seemingly without purpose,
Delaying things,
For a more opportune day,
A day, that seldom arrives.
Dreams should never find their way to the scrapheap of life,
Make yours count for something;
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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