Lost Hope !
Walking hand in hand, with
beautiful Dreams,
towards moments, never to be realized,
it seems.
In a state of reverie, a trance ?
In a state of reverie, a trance ?
With your essence, I would love
to dance
the rest of my life away.
With your soul, each and every
day!
Not to be !, that is what you
deem,
as I walk hand in hand with that
Dream.
Seventy – a rocking chair and
stool ?
Is this all that remains for an
old fool ?,
Who thought he was once so cool.
Now, only a reflection in a pool.
Life is cruel !, it is mean !
Looking back, what has it been ?
LIFE !
B. J. “A”
2
February 22nd
2013
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