picking up broken dreams

Posted byJim WorthamPosted inHippie Poetry, Love Poetry

I hope

to find the path

to my dreams.

I keep 

grabbing the rope

to climb

to the dreams.

 

Each time

I almost get there.

I let go

of the rope

too soon

or the rope becomes

ragged and breaks.

I’m climbing again

I see the rewards.

I hope the rope

doesn’t break

this

time.

 

Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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