Life Plan

I wrote this poem to inspire a friend…

My hopes are now homeless
At the shelter of broken dreams
I’m not happy
This was not the plan
Not my youthful fantasy
“Life is passing by”
The mirror keeps on whispering,
“I love you,” now rings hollow
And no one seems to care
This can’t be my life
So now what is the plan?
Wither away in sadness?
Like a flower in the fall
Like a prisoner in her chains
Like a dying sick old man
Begin to change the seasons
Break the iron shackles
And find eternal youth

To read my story, click here: The Boy and His Sand Castle

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