And to the dream that dies hard sits the crying man, <br />Who for various reasons has failed to become what he wanted. <br />Everything he had now taken away. <br />Now he sits on the curb, <br />With the house he once owned behind him locked and under new ownership. <br />His wife and children are long gone with slim hopes of ever coming back. <br />What's left he asks looking toward heaven, <br />Minutes later he realizes his answer when he doesn't get a reply.<br /><br />Clayton A. Engle, III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-goals/
