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Franklyn Osagie Poem
Have you found comfort yet?
No, I find none around me.
Then I trust you have with riches met?
Still sir, it eludes me.
Tis no use searching,
my days are better off dreaming.
At least in my dreams I can become anything
and have everything.
Yes, I can become wealthy beyond measure
with kids and a wife breathtakingly perfect.
But sadly, I am only a dreamer
and my dreams and reality have never met.
Oh! dear lad, dreams do become reality
and every reality begins with a dream.
Have the courage to pursue them
and they'll soon get tired of running.
Your dreams are your wings my boy!
Hold fast to them
For if they die,
You cannot fly
Copyright © Franklyn Osagie | Year Posted 2020
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Franklyn Osagie Poem
Sometimes I forget.
I forget my stutter
and attempt to talk fast.
I forget I'm single
and imagine my children all grown up.
I forget to wake up
and my dreams remain dreams.
I forget to spread my wings,
but attempt to fly.
Then I fall down,
heroically pick myself up,
But I forget again,
I forget again.
Copyright © Franklyn Osagie | Year Posted 2020
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