When it comes to dreamers...A Poem by Sandra AcevedoWhat is money, but the root of all evil.Unlike the man wearing silver and gold, His dreams often dismissed, Then one day someone hears his voice, For in this our world of matter, In my life I have loved and lost, And though I’ve cried and felt and hurt; Listen to me closely, a humble man I choose to be On me there are no possessions, For when it comes to dreamers you see, The world might close its doors on us,
© 2011 Sandra AcevedoAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 2, 2011 Last Updated on May 2, 2011 AuthorSandra AcevedoMiami, FLAboutWhat about me could I say to make you like me, what about me could I say to make you stay. Mother, lover, daughter, friend. It is who I am. more..Writing
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