I have to be close to where
I want to be. It is hard
to measure what I can’t see.
I know I am close
to what means the most.
I can finally see beams
of light cut up the night.
As I push on, I can see
a familiar reflection
smiling back at me.
I desired so much;
I almost lost touch.
Now I must find
what continues to shine.
In this life of mine,
I will never whine.
I must find my fate
before it is too late.
I must live hour to hour,
work away, and remember
to play. My fate awaits
another day as I push on
through life’s crazy maze.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 
Your poem described life as most folks see it on the button! Sometimes I have to remember to play…otherwise I work too much.. good poem…
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Thanks for taking the time to read it:)
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Of course…That’s why I like poetry…everyone has a different perspective…and a way to write it out..
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a little wordy, but these are wordy matters. keep going, sounds like you’re on the right track.
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