Lost Hope

Lost Hope ! Walking hand in hand, with beautiful Dreams, towards moments, never to be realized, it seems. In a state of reverie, a trance ? With your essence, I would love to dance the rest of my life away. With your soul, to spend each and every day! Not to be !, that is what you deem, as I walk hand in hand with that Dream. Seventy – a rocking chair and stool ? Is this all that remains for an old fool ?, Who thought he was once so cool. Now, only a reflection in some stagnant pool. Life is cruel !, it is mean ! Looking back, what has it been ? LIFE ! B. J. “A” 2 February 22nd 2013

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Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs

Date: 2/22/2013 3:48:00 PM

Good job on the poem

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/22/2013 6:03:00 PM

Thank you for thinking so Gwen Benita, it is reassuring my Dear, to learn that, as a lone voice in the wilderness, I am just one of many and it is great that you think I am adequate, up to the standards of so many, better the I . All the best and “ Do you remember ”, I sure do Gwen Benita, but nothing remains the same!, until it comes around again . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )