If I do not know
What I am missing
Let me dream on
Don’t try to sell me
Your dreams
I have lived
Thus far
Without missing
What I am missing
Left the chase for the
Pot of gold
Under the rainbow
Long ago
I will rather
Live on my terms
Enjoy the rainbow
Than buy your dreams
And come out losing
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Love this: “Don’t try to sell me / Your dreams.” Selling is an apropos word in our buy, buy, buy culture… and why does everyone assume we all want the same things? I feel you, PB. 🙂
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Savings and loan scandal, housing bubble, Enron, . com bust, WMD, make America great again… the list goes on and on.
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