Fading Dream
too late to refuse
to be subject to abuse
of those long gone blues
the failure to comprehend
all that was needed back then
each makes their own way
emptiness unfilled by phrase
darkening some days
dreams shot at and downed
expectations run to ground
leaving without sound
of story with no ending
too long lost for beginning
dreams won't make it so
long past time to turn and go
where sad stories flow
not much left to mourn
what our younger selves had sworn
we too became torn
sometimes we pluck a prize rose
sometimes we grab a sharp thorn
what the fates disclose
cherish the highs cast out lows
life is filled with to-and-fros
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