answering doors.
Many houses,
knocked on.
Begged, asked,
on four—
just for—
a dream.
Sweat, blood,
time, honor—
many sacrifices,
all for—
a dream.
No joy,
apologies to
many friends.
Must push,
work harder,
no stopping—
to reach
a dream.
Finally realize,
many wrinkles,
now graying.
Not yet
too old—
still there
is time.
Enjoy life,
even when
it’s short—
I can
be happy.
This all
in thought.
Still breathing,
still dreaming—
and suddenly—
tragedy struck.
Smile shattered.
There’s still
more time.
I can
start again.
Not yet—
too late.
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