Life is littered
with the fragments
of half - imagined dreams
languishing abandoned
in our greedy rush
for bigger better more
the sweet toned promises
created in our own mind
by a word or two
left hanging by the door
as he was leaving
a honeyed trap
to keep us waiting
hat in hand
for Paradise
a dreadful place
where someone else
is always queen
and not just for a day.
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