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
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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
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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
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Amid his darkness he heard the word sir
Imagine the stir his dreams were with her