What happened to my dream?
Did it dry up like a cloud in the wind?
Or swelled like a river—
And then lost its flow?
Did it turn to rocks & stones?
Or dried up without rain—
Like the desert dry bones?
Maybe it just waits…
Like a marathon runner
To reach the finish line.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on my life.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Is this in ernest or tongue in cheek? All around us is the beautiful world. It's there for us all if we can see it. But we have to believe there is something worth seeing to appreciate it.
Thank you for reading my poem and for commenting on it. This poem is an adaptation of Langston Hughes A Dream Deferred. I invite you to read it.
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