Like Fruit
There was a time, once,
when I had dreams
and I could hold them
like fruit
in the palm of my hand.
And as I grew
so, too, did my dreams;
no longer could I hold them all -
these fruits of my battered, wanting mind -
the ones it hurt the most to let go
were the ones I'd held the longest.
Posted Jun 26, 2022, 7:50 PM UTC
Amazing! You seemed to perfectly illustrate how we have to let go of dreams as we get older. I felt sort of sad reading it. But in a way it opened my eyes to how my dreams have faded as I’ve gotten older.
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