End Of Take# 1 Poem by Sandra Feldman

We want and we can't have,
We want and we Cannot have,
And Life goes by like a fleeting ship,
A bad clip, in a bad play
That stops at no port,
And has nothing to say.

And with no Hope for Tomorrow, per se
The Dream, stops here
You know the end is very near
And all of that Love you have accumulated
Will wither and die and go to waste,
In your Life all those Dreams shattered
In the utmost and most ridiculous way.