In bitter denunciation, their human life span in limitation,
of all that might be accomplished
Men with incredible talents, shunted by error, or
happenstance, into solo orbit, around unfulfilled dreams
Left to remember the past, while their days dwindle
Seeking peace, in the open air
Looking to the stars
To the Extreme
At last
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Stunted dreams, wasted talents & aspirations are a real tragedy, but each new day brings a new opportunity to learn and grow inside and out. Where there is breath, there is hope...