When I think back
It was the striving that made us happy
A target to aim for,
A growing-up to live through;
Striving wasn't an effort
It was just the thing we wanted to do
To get somewhere;
Enjoyment and pleasure cannot compete with it
The wanting to land somewhere
On a high plain,
On life's ledges;
Where we could stop and take a breath
And decide that we'd almost made it
Even though we hadn't;
And now, all this is past
Like a river flowed by
Like a long drawn-out goodbye
And we are left with an empty space
No longer in the race,
Nothing left but surviving
Gone, the glorious striving.
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Paul Gerard Reed (
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I heard the end of this poem before it arrived. To look up and say I made it this far is wonderful but to say it is over is another thing. Complex emotions and thoughts fill this poem and leave a feeling of nostalgia and sadness.
Very well written write reflecting on the thoughts and emotions of having dreams and aspirations, always having something to strive for, you get a sense of hopelessness at the end, that there are no more dreams, just getting by, loved the read
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