His Dreams (poem)

The dirt of the gutter would find his dreams

Just floating away with little to say

Another let down in life’s many streams

Has painted his day with colors of grey


Existence in tears seemed his destined fate

Each heartbeat of hope a reason to mope

So he cast off his dreams to ease the weight

No more mires to grope no shadows to cope


But there to the gutter came stranger’s hand

And so full of care they pulled dreams from there

There with the silence tried to understand

With so much to share this scent in the air


Amid his darkness he heard the word sir

Imagine the stir his dreams were with her

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bravewarrior 2 years ago from Central Florida

Beautiful words of hope, Martin. There's always light at the end of the tunnel as long as we believe and never give up.

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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

I love the message here, Martin. Hope is always with us.

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DealForALiving 2 years ago from Earth

Have you found this poem length to be the best for your thoughts?

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vkwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

Hope is an wonderful and very important thing to have.

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