Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 8,547 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Deffered One's Dream - Poem by Is It Poetry

You can or cannot obtain yours.
While the cream of the crop,
stays there, deep down inside.
On the shallow side of your curve.

Hurried off against each morning,
I'm awakened by each swift tug.
Up and down then it's gone.

Carried away by each dream that
you save.
The bag that you dreamed to own.
Left wrinkled,
Written alone.
Brought home in the back of a cab.

Comments about Deffered One's Dream by Is It Poetry

  • Gold Star - 54,880 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/27/2013 8:12:00 PM)

    hurried up against each morning, good write, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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