He sits alone
Now the dreamer’s dream is gone
Her photo hangs above on
An otherwise empty wall
Because she was the “only”
The only everything in his life
All dreams he had are done.
One more hour he tells himself
Just one more hour and then I’ll rise
I’ll rise and search again
I’ll find a new dream.
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Thursday Inspiration #310 Oh Sherrie
The Bag Lady 
Lovely poem, Cheryl. The human spirit always has the capacity for hope, so when a dreamer finds their dream fell apart, they need to search for a new one.
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A lovely poem Cheryl ❤
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