POEM STARTER
‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’
Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.
Dreams Dusty And Forgotten
Everyday the hope appears
But then someone begins to leer.
Embarrassment floods in it place
At each comment of distaste.
The gears that used to turn
Sit dusty unused and done.
No longer powered by the flame that burned.
A dream once bright
Starts to dim.
And with a final bow
the thoughts are gone.
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