Have Dreams Become Decrepit?
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June 3, 2025
For the "Decrepit" contest by Constance La France
Visiting the small town of my youth,
I longed to find lost moments of truth.
I tried to find the hope left behind,
Time and young days are hard to unwind.
I never forgot this town, or names.
Time changed it, yet it is still the same.
The difference is time has erased
All the moments of our time and place.
Buildings where we laughed: decrepit now,
Moonlight dancing: they do not allow.
Where are the dreamers, we had plenty
Old, decrepit, dreaming they're twenty
we may have a dream that has grown old
One we've polished into a rare gold.
And a dream we have may one day die,
Not decrepit, it leaves on a sigh.
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2025
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