Poem 535








A penny
for the tired
and resigned.
A dime
for lifelong
wasters
of their time.

A quarter
for the ones who
tried and failed.
A dollar
for the gritty few
who gave their all..
alas, to no avail.

As for The Ones
who never dared
to dream..
I love them best!
Because on them alone,
my coins are spared.

May they at least
discover sweetness
of the dream eternal
coming true
unto themselves..
the sweetest dream
that all of us
shall see..
The Dream of Death.

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