Sifting through the rubble of broken dreams
A teacher here, a writer there
Squandered opportunity
Didn't measure up
Searching for a reason to keep dreaming
Bad choices, blocked paths
Bills to pay
Oil sludge washed up on the shore
Standing aside so many times
As people clamored by
Taking pieces with them
Leaving nothing to stand against the slide
Grasping for a shred of comfort, a little self-indulgence
Continue trudging up the hill
Mud stuck on boots of dread
Expecting to be buried
At last, just sit and wait for promises
While hair grows gray, then white
When the sun glints gold
Upon the mountain of wisdom
Rising all around.
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