If our lives were about to change
The old gave way to new and strange
Would you run off or would you stay
To struggle through a brand new day
What if the stuff of fantasy
Became a stark reality
If all of our future hopes and dreams
Became a distant memory
What happens if it’s just too late
To take back what we speculate
Would you be there to hold my hand
Or fade like footsteps in the sand
If life turned before you could get set
Would I become your one regret
If I resigned to do my time
What choice would you make, and why?
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Poetry of the past 12 or so years. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction.
Poetry of the past 12 years or so. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction. These cover all sorts of topics and many different types of poetry.
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