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THE DEATH OF DREAMS
by Paul Curtis He leaves her house Saying goodnight at the door And heads homeward Like so many times before She has another drink? Or snorts another line? No need for a cab She thinks she'll be fine On his lips is the taste Of his loves last kiss As he peddles ever onward Towards the abyss She drives like a demon Without any care Racing over the bridge Not seeing him there There is only one winner When the two come together Only one outcome A young man lost forever In the laws eyes he died a boy Three days short of being a man But a very mature boy A young man with a plan His life had a purpose Plans and dreams to be achieved But his dreams died with him And they too should be grieved Too young, too young To leave dreams unfulfilled Too soon, too soon For a young man to be killed I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |