The sober reality came to me in a dream like all
important thoughts.
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.
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Always something I hold synergy with in your poetry. I often see that sadness in older people’s eyes. Hidden deep in war veterans especially who lost childhood along with friends. I see “Why me?” coupled with disbelief at post war generations who think they have it hard. Terrible though, nearing the end and realising life has not gone how the early dreams wanted.
Oh my, I never intended it to sound like you were near the end!!! Same here though, my goal I to publish something. Then again, I’m terrible at not seeing what I have achieved and replacing those with things I haven’t. Not very mindful methinks!
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