Where have all the dreams of my youth gone
Do they lerk in the back of my mind
Waiting for me to grow old so they may surface again
All the pretending that I did
Playing Fireman, or cops and robbers
Writing poems and stories for all to read
These were my dreams of yesterdays
Now-a-days I feel to old to chase fires
Cops are to corrupt, honesty is a unknown word to them
I spit out a clever word or two on paper or screen
But never will I be the writer I once dreamed I was
I am 25 and feel 52
I have lost my hope and failed my dreams
I have seen my friends and family die
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