Searching

They say dreams are for dreamers.
And how I use to dream.
So entertaining.
So hopeful did they seem.
It was said I could walk through a cow pasture.
Come out smelling like a rose.
Now that good luck is hiding.
Where does it go?
I could use a drink of water.
Weathered from the storm.
But the well is dry.
I could just cry why.
But it don't seem like it would change a thing.
So I will just keep searching.
And see what life will bring.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2010

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Ladybee42
nice....sad flower hug
Redex
I'm so pleased your luck is only hiding
Go find girl, Ah but watch were you walk.
Liked this read.teddybear
caroljoyce
Rains are coming...on way.....bouquet
tomboygirl
I relate to the feeling..nice writeteddybear
trurorob
good stuff PA!
rob
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