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The Death Of A Dream
I don’t recollect an exact time or day,
nor even recall the particular way,
that lead to the ill-fated loss of worth and esteem.
It didn’t occur to my life in its prime,
arriving much later a vulnerable time,
to usher realities premature death of a dream.
While hope was forsaken by tedious years,
conceptions were mired in failure and fears,
the thirst and desire for triumph withdrew from my soul.
Relinquishing threads of what remnants remained,
those wishful achievements I’d never attained,
as hope fades from view with the crushing demise of a goal.
I’ll never be sure if I had a good plan,
to climb the long slope as a clever young man,
the hill proved impossibly steep, too rocky to scale.
So now I reflect in approaching the end,
on missed opportunities just ‘round the bend,
the death of a dream has predestined, hope shan’t prevail.
