QUIET screams

Time is passing,

still procrastinating. 


With much to endeavor,

won’t last forever.


Dream so wild,

yet aspects mild.


 One moment in time,

A thoughtless rhyme.


Watching and waiting,

each day still hating.


Day after day,

is this the only way.


Withholding goals of life,

to destroy beauty’s rife.


Destiny and forordained,

only to be sustained. 


 Circa 1988 



This poem is about: 
My family


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