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HOPES AND DREAMS

Twenty one and full of high hopes and big dreams 
Realisation of life is that it's not what it seems 
Everybody seems to think only of number one 
Hopes and dreams are now withered and gone

Thirty one that decade went by so very fast 
The hopes and dreams a thing of the past 
People are greedy and also very selfish too
A daily grind is something that he must do 

Forty one and another ten years have been spent 
Shakes his head as time has soon upped and went
No hopes and dreams are coming into play 
Just home,work,sleep,eat a normal typical day 

Fifty one he is now considered to be middle aged
Everything he finds vacant and never engaged 
Those hopes and dreams now play on his mind
What happened to people being respectful and kind 

Sixty one this man no longer goes out to work 
A free bus pass too a most considerable perk 
Those hope and dreams resurface once more
How long does he have left he's not really sure

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I can relate! nice write!.......................................Jim

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Audrey youde

Yes i to can relate, especially the line about 
What happened to people being respectful and kind ,
well Kieran i certainly would like to know 😉 

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