So, while I was waiting at the Social Security office on Friday, inspiration struck and I wrote a poem in my itty bitty notebook that I keep in my purse. Tell how badly you think it sucks?

Wishes Don’t Come True
When all hopes seem fake
And dreams are only something to wake up from
Possibility has its end
No good can come of this
Happiness is beyond my means
Striving for unreachable goals
Wanting to shine
Waiting for the sun
But stuck
Stuck right where I am
In the dark, the cold
Not future
No chance
No reality

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