Where do old dreams go
When they die?
I have had so many
Fall by the wayside;
Some barely infants,
Ethereal images
Barely formed
Before passing
From my mind's eye,
While others dug in
And held on
With grit and determination
That sometimes outlasted
Good sense.
Now I am dreamless
But for the ghosts
Of dreams past,
And the disappointments
And failures
To carry me into the future.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
EDWIN
Georg