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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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