Dreams are my Own

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    Dreams are my Own

     

     

    Like a book without an ending

    Or a priest without a prayer

    I walk into my unclear future

    Speculating what’s waiting there

     

    I daydream of a perfect potential

    Perhaps my head is in the clouds

    But dreams can’t be taken away

    Nor covered with heavy shrouds

     

    They belong to me and me alone

    I pay no huge price for them

    They are always mine to call on

    Never do they desert or condemn

     

    Dreams get me through the bad days

    Make the good ones even better

    Like a soft down pillow

    Or a comfy old sweater

     

    Imagination can be one’s best friend

    For it shall never leave you without hope

    Even on your darkest day

    When you feel at the end of your rope

     

    My dreams are my own

    You can not take them away

    They’ll be here for me tomorrow

    Just as they are today  

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    gogant commented on Dreams are my Own

    12-15-2010

    Like Clint calmly uttered in Bridges, "I had a lot of dreams, some never came to be, but, I'm glad I had them." (or something like that). A wonderful poem, my friend...............................gogant
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    kdarcy commented on Dreams are my Own

    08-18-2010

    Excellent, and so true, that was a good reminder for me. Good write, be well
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    lonewolf commented on Dreams are my Own

    07-25-2010

    i agree with ws, i usually get in trouble with my imagination. but at least its something i didnt have to pay for. welcome home raggedy!
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    raggedypoet

    08/12/2010

    Thanks LW ..it's nice to be back!

    WordSlinger commented on Dreams are my Own

    07-17-2010

    Imagination can be one’s best friend, lol, I hear that also can get ya in trouble, mine is over active, lol, it's like a monster, some times I need to call the un-national gaurd, lol, j/k, I understand all of this, welcome back to OP, ty WS
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    raggedypoet

    07/25/2010

    Thanks Wordslinger... It's nice to be back!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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