Bard
01-17-2010, 08:32 PM
Poets & Artists, Authors & Us
From the least to the greatest
to the best and the rest
We each one and all
Run holding our dreams
From our childhood untill the golden years
We still tightly clutch and grasp
in the palm of our hand
the dressed dreams of the past
Till one day like sand
through our fingers they fall
our childhood dreams
by the wayside now lay
our treasures, our loved ones
many and most now gone
our age of innocence
lost in yesterdays dust
Another sunset another dawn
a friend dies, a child is born
a heart is cracked, and hope runs and hides
like shade hard to find
on a hot summers day
it happens to poets, artists
Authors & us.....
Rodney Evan Bohen
From the least to the greatest
to the best and the rest
We each one and all
Run holding our dreams
From our childhood untill the golden years
We still tightly clutch and grasp
in the palm of our hand
the dressed dreams of the past
Till one day like sand
through our fingers they fall
our childhood dreams
by the wayside now lay
our treasures, our loved ones
many and most now gone
our age of innocence
lost in yesterdays dust
Another sunset another dawn
a friend dies, a child is born
a heart is cracked, and hope runs and hides
like shade hard to find
on a hot summers day
it happens to poets, artists
Authors & us.....
Rodney Evan Bohen