I Had A Dream 3 by vaggabondd
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Description
I had a dream
There was this old man
Sitting alone
Feeding birds in the park
Everyday the same birds
Were there with him
They would come up to him
Eat from his hand
They were his friends
As time went on
The birds grew tired
Of ever day the same old thing
So one by one
They stretched their wings
And flew away
Now this old man
Is still at the park
Sitting all alone
But hopefully someday soon
More birds will come to eat
And he will make
New friends again
The old man in this sad little poem is played by me. The birds who were his friends are played by my buddy’s Ryan and Gary. They are two of my buddy’s at work who got different jobs and have moved on to hopefully greener pastures. Believe me they will be missed. I will make new friends I am pretty good at that, but it won’t be the same these two are irreplaceable
Comments (10)
I've been out of work since March and I know the feeling. All you can do is reach out to them. If they drift away, at least you know you did the right thing. Great imagery.
Wonderful poem! people have that tendency to do that! Sometimes they reconnect and yet other times...
Sad fact of life ....friends come and go....people always move on or change but we stay the same....that's a good thing.
A good friend is very hard to replace...sad poem indeed. Life goes on no matter how much we'd like to keep some things the same...awesome words my friend. I can so relate...yet again. :-)
Very sad poem my friend, but those words are so beautiful....love it.
I'm still here Randy...lol...Been there done that
Sad poem, but well done Randy!!
Wonderful work!
Magnifico, toca profundamente meu amigo, aplausos (5)
Beautiful imagery. In this world of fast communication it is so easy to lose touch. A fitting poem for our busy times.