Clayton A. Engle, III Poems

I heard the man's laughter as I looked to the tree.
Hanging from the rope swung the once thirteen apostle,
Who would go down in history as the man who betrayed Christ.
But why was the man laughing?
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I went up to the mountain for these people,
And what did it get me?
Nothing!
Nothing at all,
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And to the dream that dies hard sits the crying man,
Who for various reasons has failed to become what he wanted.
Everything he had now taken away.
Now he sits on the curb,
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The bus to my destiny had left without me.
I stood there just watching as it got further and further from me.
I started running but my speed wasn't good enough,
For when I stopped to catch my breath I realized that the dream was over.
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