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In Memory of Frustrated Hopes and Dreams

When I was born
Mother must have forgot
To stuff me full of alarm clocks

Sound the internal siren
A wake up call, than run
Chase the bullet from the starting gun

Instead, stood glumly at the station
Under platform arches
Wearily awaiting departues

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  • Bob Fox
    October 26, 2007

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    Perhaps

    A feeling of always being out in the distance. Or just left behind. I had to twice read this & hope I came up with a decent response...But only a poet can really say