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SILVER SCREEN OF MEMORY
Ken
SILVER SCREEN OF MEMORY My reality is a world of dreams Some broken; some unfulfilled Played to me on that silver screen Of memory that’s not yet stilled There hope and regret perform for free In my head and for my heart One promises great things to be The other mourns what must depart Dreams of plans yet to be Reflections of love gone by Join in uneasy matrimony Behind the floodgates of my eye Trodding the tear ducts of sorrow With footsteps from history They dance slowly to the flow Of the ‘hard knocks’ melody That plays frequently in my head With the beat of my own drum And tells me my dreams aren’t dead Until my time on earth has run Written by Ken Hume 10/09/09

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