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 once upon a time

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There are times when we or I look beyond self
the despairing sight is there is nothing to see.
Great lot of nothingness stretching on forever,
why  wake up in the mornings when we, I know there
is a lot of  grief stretching as far as the eye can see.
 
Cynic I may seem to be, but tell me please what
in our glorious world is left to strive for 
look around with honest eyes and tell me what you see.
can you assure me, 
children are not living as bums on the streets. 
if you can tell me this is not so, 
then I we shall say thank you. 
Maybe there is hope that the hobos 
who once were proud working men
regardless of hue will succeed.
 
we dreamed a dream, once upon a time, 
but they shot the dreamers down.
 we live in a glorious world 
left to grieve for the dreams, knowing 
the finish line is stretching on and on.
 
Yet you, we, I could end, lying on its streets. 
So look out there and tell me what you see,
tell me there is hope and that I,
we can believe you. 
 







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