Ronald G. Coleman Poems

Dreams are not measured by the size of the dreamer,
Only by the size of the dream;
So boldly allow all thought unconfined
And chance to explore to extreme,
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A shooting star paints the ebony sky
With breathtaking beauty, its haste I decry,
Arousing a montage of emotions and dreams,
Welling the throat and setting agleam,
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If I suddenly died this very day,
What would my mark have been,
A legacy of acrimony, of life passe,
Or the envy of every man?
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