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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 ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Essence Of Stuff


The Essence Of Stuff
Date: Wednesday, 2nd July 2008 @ 08:30:56 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: tifrob
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.

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