The Ballad of the Dreamers
She thought that what she wanted was a life of fame and wealth,
For that she would give everything, even give her health.
Amused herself with dreams of what she'd be one day,
Creating schemes and hatching plans of how she'd carve her way.

Nothing else would matter; she needed nothing more
Than her own ambition, a key to open up the door.
At first she didn't notice the hollowness inside,
Nor recognise the loneliness; her feelings, she denied.

As time stole away, more weary was her pace,
Ambition took its toll; she lost her blossom and her grace.
Winter set her features with the icy shade of grey,
Spring had left her early, time had stolen June and May.

And all this time he loved her, and still he lingered near,
Waiting for the time when she would realise he was here.
Patiently stood by her and answered every call,
Waiting there to catch here if ever she should fall.

With sadness did he watch her, as older she became,
He saw that she was changing, but his feelings stayed the same.
His hope, as hers, was constant, the realisation of his dream.
And all his thoughts and all his aims carried on that theme.

But fate would not abide this and thwarted every try,
As one day she gave up with a strangulated sigh.
Rigged up herself the means to escape her fruitless life,
And with one sudden jerk, abandoned all her strife.

The pain was almost deafening; it left his body numb,
His eyes were blind to beauty and his tongue was rendered dumb.
If only he had told her that he loved her yesterday,
And that he could have given her the warmth of June and May.

Anyafay   Anyafay wrote
on 3/4/2009 2:05:11 AM
Thank you, it was entered into the February contest. Unfortunately, before I'd spotted two typing errors!!

Santana   Santana wrote
on 3/3/2009 10:33:55 PM
Perfection... I agree with StarPoet, you should enter it into a poetry contest.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 3/2/2009 3:03:08 AM
BRILLIANT! FANTASTIC! Not only the message but how you told it. Anya if you have not entered this in any poetry contest you need to for it rocks! On a side note that is kinda based on this, I came across a little story that goes: There once was a shy young man that was sweet on a young lady, but was scared to tell her. So once a week, he wrote her love letters and would mail them to her. After a year of doing this, he finally got up the courage to tell her how he felt, only to discover she had married the mailman.

Roxanna   Roxanna wrote
on 2/28/2009 6:01:52 PM
wow, this is brilliant. I would have loved to have looked over one of your poems in class!

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Written in August 1999