Shattered Dreams

As pottery, dashed upon the stone
At my feet lie shards of broken dreams
It was I who killed them, denied them flight
Dreams do not die alone

Where has gone the dreamer
Who once danced in the fertile fields of promise
Sampling the fragrance of tomorrow
Where cast off dreams are born anew

I am here, crushed but not broken
With hopeful hands, collecting all the pieces
They are mine, born of my creation
I welcome them and dare to dream again


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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One Response to Shattered Dreams

  1. splitspeak says:

    Beautiful! Dreams do not die alone…


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