Fallen Dreams

My dreams are lined up, upon a wall
One by one they begin to fall
They land with a crash
on my head with a bash
And I begin to feel not so tall

But then I remember not to despair
For life ahead of me is many a stair
I collect my dreams
Stitched back at the seams
And venture out again but with great care

Hope has returned to the depths of my heart
My reason to live is no longer tart
I gather my wits
Though they are in bits
And climb up the wall, as fast as a dart

-Ival Ty Crisp

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