I hung my dreams on a shooting star,
that burned out long before.
I believed the things you told me,
only to be fooled by words once more.
I pinned my hopes on promises,
made by a guarded heart.
I should have guessed that they were empty from their desperate start.
I made wishes on dandelion seeds, sending them blowing in the wind.
But, each seed had dreams of its own.
I missed the universe's joke once again.
I'm old and jaded now.
A lifetime of dreams and hopes that have long ago faded,
is all that I have left for the pickpocket to take.
My heartbeats are numbered;
and a smile is hard to fake.
But, this much I know is true,
the loving promise I made to you...
I hung on, and I carried through.
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Author:
Jane Frye (
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beautifully written, Jane! But never give up on dreams, no matter how numbered your heartbeats are. Love the ending!
Good advice, Fred. Thank you.
Your heartbeats may be numbered but with words like these they will be numbered for eternity.
Thank you, Goldfinch.
a mystical write of a love long ago
Thank you for taking time to read, and comment on my poem. I do appreciate it.
you`re welcome
my sister married a frye
What you have to offer is precious. You stayed true to yourself and your promises. You chose to believe the best in others and be courageous to trust and love. Most people give up and never love again but then they'd miss out on the most beautiful experience in the world. Your mind is a beautiful place. Keep going! 🙂
Thank you Stargazing for your kind words.
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