Youth said Dreams Never Die. Twenty years passed then Recession kicked in. New Realities were born. Twelve hour workdays became the norm. Like a drowning man Dreams surfaced again and again only to plummet down to the watery deep. All the while knocking at 1% door watching them through one-sided window laugh, play, drink and party with no thought for the Morrow. We the unseen only imagining free time for our dreams. Dreams that must wait until Social Security beckons if death does not reach us first. Fore bread, water, warm clothes and a place to live cry louder. Goodnight Sweet Dreams. May you one day resurrect to a New Dawn.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 03:12:57 +0000
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