Plight Of My Flight Poem by jack green
Plight Of My Flight
Flew through life holding to all that i can.
Counting the days all remaining are on one hand.
Lost is the dream what should have been.
Gone is the chance to suceede or win.
The promise i didnt keep is now returning to clay.
My hopes and dreams all is forgotten i pass away.
A deep sadness, the longing of what will never be. A beautifully express poem. A pleasure to read.
Excellent poem! ! ! I like this one, I breathe this feeling! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:07:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem, i really like this. A good write.