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The Whisper in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams


Jeff Zod enjoys classical poetry. He enjoys reading poetry from great historical poets as well as modern poets.

Walking down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, I am filled with a numbing dread,

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams is the wasteland of the dead.

I stop and stare at all their broken dreams.

I hear them whisper softly to me,

"Please save us from this angst, let us be all that we can ever be."

Some people contend that the richest place is the graveyard.

So sure are they that they never bother to peek into their own backyard.

My dreams pursue me relentlessly day and night.

Achieving fulfillment is their birth-right.

Millions have sacrificed excellence at the altar of mediocrity.

Their words and deeds lacking in sincerity.

Like sheep to the slaughter, they are bound for the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

© 2020 Jeff Zod


Jeff Zod (author) from Nairobi on July 31, 2020:

Hey Liz,

I am sad that millions of people have died without ever fulfilling their dreams.

Liz Westwood from UK on July 31, 2020:

You raise some interesting questions about fulfilment in life.

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