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On the Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


The sign said Hollywood and Vine,

but most knew it was –

the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

With suitcases full of hope,

hearts filled with dreams,

they came in droves,

many left behind in the dust,

on the streets,

crushed and broken –

on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

The sign said Broadway,

the Great White Way,

where fame was the name of the game.

They came to get lost,

became nameless,

faceless upon the streets of New York.

Some faded into the woodwork,

some on the streets with the homeless,

all with the same hope and dreams,

only to find that for most Broadway-

was the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

No matter where you look,

fame has always been calling.

Some realize their dreams,

some have their hearts broken.

The main thing has always been,

to be true to yourself

and if you find you won’t make it,

take other talents and make them your own

or one day lost and alone you’ll be living –

on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee


Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 07, 2018:

Thank you, Ann.

Ann Carr from SW England on September 06, 2018:

Superb verse and an important message. This flows and stops like the dreams and disappointments in real life. Brilliant!


Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 31, 2018:

Thank you ThreeKeys. I agree with you.

threekeys on July 30, 2018:


People can lead us to believe that fame will bring us the love that is lacking in our lives. I have never entertained the idea of fame. But be warned fame can be another word for infamy. A unknown non hetrrosexual female hater dumped herself into my life as a malicious stalker believing her psychic skills meant she "knew my intentions" (and oh so wicked of course) and manifested my so called "fame" by spreading a large scale public shaming and demonizing campaign that totally humiliated me and caused huge damage with my employer/future employers, family, potential partners and credibility (lack there of)

I dont know how anyone could want fame. Its non sensical. Its a waste of precious time lost to a fickle audience.

So I agree with your sentiments about fame in your poem Gypsy Rose.

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