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The American Dream

The American Dream Watching people walk by I see them but they don’t see me To them I am just a blight Something to be ignored Something to be erased from their world Someone who does not exist My thoughts no longer matter Do they realize that I had a life? Do they know that I had dreams? I never used drugs of alcohol I worked until my job was erased Shipped overseas to save a few pennies Now no one wants to talk to me I am hungry for a crumb of bread Sheltered only by a small cardboard box Sleeping in clothes I have worn for a month I am a nonperson But at least I am still alive

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Marty Owens

Date: 7/6/2012 1:00:00 PM

Wow...so heartfelt and sad...nice poem...Marty

Lizzie Treetop

Date: 7/6/2012 7:21:00 AM

Rob in these lines you captured what is real for many Americans, those not so skilled to have your wonderful talents. I have seen it many times with my own eyes and I cry for those who suffer so, and pray that the American dream wil soar once again, and not be destroyed by greed and total selfishness of the few who are not even aware of the havoc they reap on the innocent!Great poem!X

David Williams

Date: 7/6/2012 1:58:00 AM

Robert, I like it, but I do hope it's not real for you,,...David

Lord R. E. Taylor
Date: 7/8/2012 4:51:00 PM

It is mostly true. I spnt 3 month living in my car and sleeping in a Walmart parking lot

Rebecca Watson

Date: 7/6/2012 1:42:00 AM

No boss to humiliate you, no clock to watch, no taxes to pay..no nagging wife..umm poor baby

Lizzie Treetop
Date: 7/6/2012 7:26:00 AM

Try it sometime Rebecca then you will know what real hell is! Lizzie Treetop.