Once I had quite a bunch
used to keep them by the door,
thought of them fondly from time to time
but don't bother anymore.
Their expiration date crept up
then took me by surprise,
shocking in the finality
of their sad demise.
Not exactly dashed I guess
they just dwindled with the years,
eroded then were washed away
by apathy and tears.
They weren't in the budget
and just barely on my mind,
once the kids were grown and gone
becoming hard to find.
Old hopes now are memories
of plans made in my youth,
a grand future never found
fossilized by the truth.
by Robert Quinn
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