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The Day My Visions Died
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The Day My Visions Died |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I guess one day it happened- I’m not sure when, or why… I only know I’m different, That I no longer cry. I simply ceased my dreaming, My poetic pen ran dry… A natural progression… When a person’s dreams all die. I don’t miss the sorrow. I’m rather glad it’s gone. Romantic aspirations- Frustrate one who’s alone. The simple acts of living, Surviving day to day… Have become my sole ambitions Since the visions went away. It’s simpler now, I must admit; Yet more than once I’ve sighed… I sort of miss the dreamer- Who with his visions died. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
That dreamer is still there, John, and the pen is as skilled as ever. Ida |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I follow your poetry as if I am president of your Poetry Groupie Following (PGF). Betcha didn't even know you had one, did you. Well, you do as of now. Thank you for all the poetry and sharing your imagination, memories - and you. Alison |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
An excellent read. Thanks. Melton |
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