Walking down the aisle of abandoned dreams,
Of destinies, great, but unachieved,
The heaps of sand, they have made their abodes
And the tombstones, their headrests;
I think of rulers, leaders, people of high hopes
That have been dashed by the harshness of life;
Little children, youth and young adults
Have left their purposes to lay and rest;
As I walked around the troubled, humid air
I could hear the gushing wind talk to me.
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Unachieved dreams of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.