Not Beer

at the end of the year

i open a page
of my journal where
i wrote my one
and only dream

a goal,
a wish,

something
that i have longed
for and
may even die for,

i must tell you
i never realized it.

i close back the page

and begin to move on
with my life

it is another year of
broken dream

under the moon
i drink alone

this cold, cold glass
of water.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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