Dreams die in pockets empty <br />Where superficial thrives on plenty <br />Dreams die in pockets deep <br />Where pennies lie and <br />Arms can’t reach <br />This half moon smile painted thin <br />Hides the pain you put me in <br />The summer sun can’t come too soon <br />To burn away this aching gloom <br />For lost in space, direction flawed <br />I stood once more overawed <br />Ever the dreamer ever the fool <br />Eternally the boy who never left school <br />Fighting to stay young at heart <br />Wishing to be that vital part <br />Of another’s life, another’s dream <br />Instead of how it’s always been <br />Ever the dreamer left behind <br />Knowing the truth that love is blind <br />and <br />Stood in shadows, another waits to tempt me <br />To where dreams die, in pockets empty<br /><br />Bill Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aaa-dreams-die-in-pockets-empty/
