RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.


Working Dream

Work till you drop

Then do it again

Does it ever stop

When will it end?

When does the rest get to begin

When I’m dead and buried in the earth once more

I hope not. For that would be poor.

Struggle in vain to care for my family

While others do nothing and live quite grandly

Is it fair? I think not

Yet ive found this to be my lot.

From rags to riches

The American dream

Any more seems a cruel thing

A rotten mean one at that

I think it’s a shame

The hopes gone down the drain

Perhaps the dream will return one day

If one will struggle to reclaim.



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About Me

A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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