The sober reality came to me in a dream like all
My good friend’s life on earth was disappointing.
She tried to achieve things
that she had a passion for.
She would get close
but never quite there.
Whether her confused mind got in the way,
or her choice of pursuit was wrong,
it was never meant to be.
She was destined,
I’m sorry to say,
for an ending
that was melancholy.
I enjoyed this Mark.
sweet words… interesting
Thank you. 😊
i enjoyed your word choices, well done……..
Thank you, Wendi 😊😊
my pleasure 🙂
We have all seen this happen in our lives, to someone close us, your words touch the souls of those we’ve lost .
Hopefully in some way they continue their journey and fulfill their promise. Thanks, Ivor.
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Thank you, Anita and Jaye.
Story of my life, Mark… and well put…
Yes, far too many of us.
Hello Mark, I enjoye that poem. I included you in my little list of nominations for Sunshine Blogger Award. No pressure, if you feel like doing it and have the time to anmswer some or all of the questions.
Thank you, Janet.
You are welcome, sorry about the typos in the above!
I feel like you wrote about my life here; I wonder how many artist’s feel this way? Great poem, Mark!
Too many, Susan. The hope of reaching a wider audience and feeling valued drives us.
Oh dear…that is a sad way to find oneself in the latter years. Not enough stones turned is why I think that happens and not enough going out onto the end of that skinny limb in search of a dream. I have always vowed I will not end up in the elders home saying :”If only I had…..” Nice post Mark.
Good take on the poem, Anne. Not going out on the limb or failing to look under a few more stones might keep us from reaching our dreams. It sounds like you have a lot of heart or chutzpah as my grandmother would say.
Really great post, My Friend!
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Beautifully nostalgic Poe try