The backyard used to be
of many different things:
It was the baseball field
where I hit the homerun
to win the World Series.
It was the football field
where I ran in the winning
touchdown in the Super Bowl.
It was the wrestling ring
where I would battle in
WrestleMania’s main event.
But nowadays, the backyard’s
nothing more than a reminder
of unfulfilled dreams!
OH! I never expected this ending. It's so very sad. But, thinking about it....I guess my old backyard is full of a bunch of unfulfilled dreams, too. I think most people's are, so you've touched on something here that should touch a chord with most everyone who reads it. Kudos! Very original subject and very good writing. Blessings. Sheila
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I would like to translate this poem
Well, you dream big, you're set up for disappointment. No one gets to the top by reaching for the bottom. Great poem. Still plenty of dreams to dream. The backyard i did all that stuff in is just a dirt parking lot now.