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| This is a box of broken dreams This is a box of broken dreams filled with old hopes frayed at the seams. And in it the threads of life undone, The broken promises I own And all the things that went untried Here are the dreams I put away, Look how the dust of all these years But where is The Promise of my life Where are the laurels that I won So many dreams that won't come true I should just throw these things away; But life is shorter than it seemed Yes, life's much shorter than it seems. AUTHOR BIO: Elizabeth Stewart studied theater at the University of Rhode Island.Ê In addition to having worked as a theater director she has also performed professional storytelling.Ê She is the mother of three and the grandmother of six.Ê This poem marks her introduction to the written word.Ê She is presently studying grant writing and hopes that one day soon she will be writing winning grants.Ê Elizabeth also has a piece appearing in our current Columns section.
In this prolific poem, Angela Tourond-Hrechanyk describes soaring Heaven bound, wing tip to wing tip, in the spirit of togetherness.
Pride is an all-consuming, all empowering, unbelievable gift, according to high school student, Melissa Benscoter, in her enthusiastic essay, "Proud to Be Proud".
Rising Stars is a new addition to Moondance, created for and dedicated to aspiring writers of all ages. |
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