Plight Of My Flight - Poem by jack green
Flew through life holding to all that i can.
Counting the days all remaining are on one hand.
Lost is the dream what should have been.
Gone is the chance to suceede or win.
The promise i didnt keep is now returning to clay.
My hopes and dreams all is forgotten i pass away.
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