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Gazing
By Alan Cohen

Sitting silently by a stream,
that is gently by;
I gaze into the water;
I cry.
The reflection I see
are my memories and dreams,
and how they slipped by.
My memories are filled with
a sorrowful sadness
for they seem vacant;
I sat and watched
I did not try.
My childhood dreams
never achieved.
Once so powerful,
like a knight going into battle
wielding his sword and shield;
the dreams are broken,
this knight never drew his sword.
Now I sit alone,
quietly stare into the stream.
The reflection I see
is one of emptiness
and despair.

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