Broken Dreams

drunk-man

Walking down an alley
littered with life’s debris
trash, empty bottles
one old man
long forgotten.

Where are those who used to love him
call him “friend, family?”
What happened to his hope and dreams?

Darling child with bouncy curls
now an old man with a shattered soul.
Does anyone care?
I do, but don’t know how
to put Humpty Dumpty
back together again
so murmur a prayer
and pass him by
knowing that I, too
have somehow failed.

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2 Responses to Broken Dreams

  1. Pat, I love that you take the time to consider the plight and thoughts of how someone gets where they are, and considers in this, the humility of all humanity. A lovely observation. xo

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