Where are my dreams
Wrapped tender in words
Placed in a drawer
Safely, with care
Where are my years ?
That slipped slowly away
Gone now forever
Unable to stay.
Where are my hopes ?
That hung brightly afar
Where is the promise ?
That shone like a star
Where are my loves
My dislikes and hates ?
That moulded my soul
Time now it takes.
Where are my memories ?
Tired and worn
Fading on remnants
Of a retiring dawn
Lifted above
The land and the sea
To the dream I have lived
What will be will be.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
Beautifully said in rhyme and such good meter. The poem set in question speaks its message well. A fave
thanking you, much appreciated my friend
Very welcome Norman
Another fave here, my friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
too kind my friend, thanks much appreciated
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write N. So - you were going to write 'Young man at the bus stop' but had to change it now to 'old man?!' lol.
thats true lol
nicely done
thanks and appreciation for read
where are my utopias ?
I dont think they ever existed my friend, we are all under control by one means or another
I find myself looking backward more often as I age, Norman...wondering where all that time went. I felt this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am the same friend, old age , thanks for read, always much appreciated
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