I am but an ant,
trying to lift a crumb
that is to heavy even for me to carry,
scrambling along to wherever-
a destination that is unknown
yet pre-determined?
I am young enough to dream,
but am I too old to live that dream?
will my dreams ever manifest into a mountain?
or will they stay drifting with the clouds?
What did you think
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a good poem penned, ah we are like insects yes, struggling to lift the weight of life from our shoulders, and the dreams will fly and crash.
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I actually really like this. I love the line;
"I am young enough to dream,
but am I too old to live that dream?"
Only thing I would change is the "to" in the second line, it should be "too". Other than that great work, keep writing.
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