once upon a time

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What tales I could tell
If I didn't stop, and think
It would only be treading
Harshly upon your dreams.
After all I know they are
All you have left to sustain you.
Those dreams of long ago
When life was great, and anything
And everything was possible.
Those yesterday times when
You strolled, and spoke of tomorrow.
Now all the tomorrows are passed
And your dreams lie in ruins.
When the cold winds of fate swept
Through your life leaving you helpless
Upon a bed of might have been
That nothing phrase reverberating
In your mind:-if only.
The tales I could tell are best left
To dreaming, knowing they are all
You have left to sustain you.

JOHNOE.


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