Was It All A Passing Dream? Poem by Mark Heathcote
Was It All A Passing Dream?
Was it all a passing dream?
The gowns we wore, the people we saw
The lovers we love and the hatred we say will never be fed.
If it weren't for the tears I've already wept or the anguish I've bled, I would doubt every second as that of a passing dream.
It is only the pangs of hurt and pain that make anything really real. To win is to lose. To lose is to win.
And I have won and lost plenty.
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