Dreams
It seems that most of my dreams fade as fast as September.
Though that failed philosophy class is one I’ll remember.
Since I cut too many classes I couldn’t take the final test;
Flunked the course, didn’t get my degree and negated the rest.
Then there’s the general manager’s job I lost in the Near East.
Since the level of company politics had greatly increased.
Said what I thought which didn’t work worth a damn.
That’s why I find myself right here where I am.
Naked in front of all who pass with only glances so rude.
No compassion though I’m helpless, penniless… and nude.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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