(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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that's the problem with man he thinks to much?
This is to be taken personally. There is something in each of our lives to be consider for the likeness of one, or both, of the examples given in this poem. Thanks for the caution and awareness Mr. Nash.
And the Devil reading this winked Realizing this aspect God had not thinked And matters so far linked Suggests mankind is on the brink....
Beautiful poem with great message..
Like this if you hate when you dropp a big poop and the water comes back up and splashes your butt