Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 16:50:17 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 143655
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Essence Of Stuff
[time] => 2008-07-02 20:30:56
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => When dreams die ~ Where do they go? When they are gone ~ Noticing is slow, Where is the promise ~ Where is the hope? Exactly where was the slippery slope? With youth came life ~ With life came dreams, Each day was exciting ~ For idealistic teens, First there was college ~ More parties than not, The future a plan ~ Education was bought, Not always learned ~ Until it’s to late, College is over ~ And living’s a state, For those who studied ~ Made it to class, Who turned down the beer ~ The lad or the lass, Who went on to be ~ Who ever they are, Did they find their dream ~ Did they go that far? Or are they as lost ~ As the dreamers became? Who took a wrong road ~ While searching in vain, Did they really know ~ Who they wanted to be, Are they truly happy ~ With their degree? How does a teen ~ Whether a lad or a lass, Know the roads to take ~ The roads to pass? Are they happy with the roads they chose, Or are they as lost ~ As the dreamers and prose? Could one have to much ~ The other not enough, Does it really come down ~ To the essence of stuff? Dreams were stepping stones ~ Not a path to the end, For the student ~ The dreamer ~ Long ago friends. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 14 [informant] => tifrob [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
|