Perished Dreams - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Speeding reckless at twenty-two
Was evading pursuit from the law
His wasted years just went through
Crashing wildly to the tree he saw.
Perished dreams and great chances
Bled to a useless declining breath,
For fast living, with Death it dances
And Destruction is very quick when met.
Our Youth today live corroded lives
Scrawny joys in such fickle resources.
Drugs and alcohol taken just to survive,
Speed up their exit from humanity's forces.
Copyright ~~~~Cynthia Buhain Baello~~~06.09.13
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