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When I Grow Up

Living in my troubled past I ponder the road not taken I thought I'd found my way at last Only to be mistaken The wayside holds my fallen dreams But yet I can't turn back That's the way it always seems Never finding what I lack Regret is now my shadow's name He follows close behind The two of us become the same The blind leading the blind Hope's become a foreign place A place I cannot go No plan to fix the things I face I wander to and fro "When I grow up I want to be" These words never seemed so real Without a purpose I didn't see That I'd be standing still

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/15/2012 9:11:00 AM
very nice poem Larry :) I love it!
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Date: 10/14/2012 2:44:00 PM
hopefully, your writing will get you moving forward! great poem.............
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Date: 10/14/2012 11:43:00 AM
A nice poem Larry :) - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 10/14/2012 11:31:00 AM
Beautiful poem. I loved it. Great job! :)
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