17 February 2013

A writer, a fighter, an engineer,

All my dreams were greatly dear,

I wasn't sure on a career,

Not as a lady nor a child,

I was not stupid, not wild,

I was only a dreamer of the high,

But not a single opportunity passed by,

Not once did I frown or complain,

When they did bitterly disdain,

But now I do not ponder on regrets,

Nor do I worry or fret,

I don't think my life headed downstream,

It was just a path full of my broken dreams

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