by Unknown
Jul 2010 301 Views 4 comments
It's Sad
It's sad. It's sad. It's sad it seems
that life tends to kill our childhood dreams
and all the things we once believed
lay torn and tattered at the seams.
that life tends to kill our childhood dreams
and all the things we once believed
lay torn and tattered at the seams.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2010
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I wrote this on a very sad day and found it yesterday. I don't remember what happened really, but I thought you guys might like it(sad as it is).Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (4)
rob
And so, we mend and dream again. Thank you for sharing.
Bless you Bookworm..thanks for posting it
Ljj..