Empties Coming Back by Angelo de Ponciano
have you ever sat by the railroad track
and watched the emptys cuming back?
lumbering along with a groan and a whine,-
smoke strung out in a long gray line
belched from teh panting injun’s stack
– just emptys cuming back.
i have – and to me the emptys seem
like dreams i sometimes dream –
of a girl – or munney – or maybe fame –
my dreams have all returned the same,
swinging along the homebound track
– just emptys cuming back.
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I love this poem, because my dreams are NOT empty’s coming back. I am living my dreams. I have raised a family, enjoyed a career and retired and have put a little money back. I am enjoying a grand child and my adult children. I have had a goal of seeing the world and am working on that. This poem has helped me see that my dreams have not been empty’s coming back.
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