A Lifetime of Dreams

April 22, 2008
By Shawn Sheu, Manhattan, KS

His hand is driftwood
Rough with age
Worn with hurt and pride

His lips are cracked earth
Thirsty and pleading
A feeling of hope implied

His eyes are muddy water
Cloudy and worn
Searching for stars in your eyes

His voice is a song
Whispered among the trees
Vague, and audibly wise


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