Walk with me
Dearest memory
Along this path
We know so well
Take my hand
Dearest memory
Let me lead you
To a wishing well.
Observe the coins
Upon the bottom
Each a wish
That never thrived
Each dreamer
Young and old
Throughout the years
Tears cried.
Each step we take
Becomes slower
With the passing
Of time
But we still believe
Young and old
In our wishes
That never thrived.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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They say if we have nothing to wish or dream for, then what is the point, maybe why we hang on to them, enjoyed the read.
very kind, thanking you
You are very welcome
Oh if only all those wishes thrived…. but then again on second thought not all our wishes are for our or others’ good. Provocative poem! Quite enjoyed 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
many thanks
The reason so many play the lottery and I guess we all do in the journey of life. Very nicely written in verse
thanking you
A lot of people probably can relate to this. Great write.
thanking you
If some of our wishes come true, we can consider ourselves fortunate. I would imagine there are many coins cast in hopes that don’t materialize. I really liked your poem. It reads beautifully out loud.
you are very kind, many thanks
You are very welcome.
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