For memories
Frozen in books and frames
Lives lived
And lessons learned
From shots missed
Mementos
Of heights attained
And lows that fought for crescendos
Trophies from triumphs,
Poignant moments
Young dreams can fly on
Hardcovers and paperbacks
Of lost loves
And loves gotten back
But, there's no place for dreams not chased
On the shelf, because
Til' your dying breath, they will keep calling your name
Beautifully written. May I live my dreams.
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