Dreams
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when dreams die, death isn't far
then hope leaves floating in a jar
search drawers cluttered closets too
neither are found
dreams scattered to the winds
but hope remained
someday, someday, in the future
was the constant refrain
health gone lost by the way
arthritis impedes talents waylaid
days there are hopes that health will come
then a sadness engulfs like a drum
somewhere enthusiasm disappeared
did someone else pick it up
or is it like the dust off tires by the roadside
has depression now settled in
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2023
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