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SHATTERED DREAMS By: Shawn M. Gmitter THE SIGNS ARE EVERYWHERE THAT I LOOK THE HOPES THAT DIED AND THE RISKS THAT THEY TOOK A SHATTERED WINDSHIELD TELLS THE TALE OF HOW A TIRE BLOWS AFTER HITTING A NAIL THE DENTED FENDER TELLS THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU REFUSE TO MOVE THE BLOWN MOTORS CRY AND SHOUT OF TIMES WHEN THEIR TACHOMETERS WERE MAXED OUT THE OLD TIRES SIT AROUND AND TELL STORIES OF BLOWING SMOKE AND RIDING OFF TO GLORY THE RUSTED STEEL LOOKS SADDEN AND DOWNTRODDEN ONCE BEAUTIFUL MACHINES NOW LAY HERE ROTTING THEIR FAME IS GONE AND THEIR TRIUMPH IS OVER THEY WERE ONCE DRUNK WITH PRIDE BUT NOW SIT SOBER AS I WONDER THROUGH THIS LAND OF LOST HOPE AND TRY TO CONVINCE MY MIND TO FIND A WAY TO COPE I CANT HELP BUT WONDER WHO, WHEN AND WHY ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL BEASTS HAD TO DIE THE PRIDE OF OUR HERITAGE AND TRADITION NOW EXIST FOR MERE REFLECTION OF A TIME WHEN THINGS WERE PURE AND LIFE WAS PLAIN NOW THEY’VE BEEN REPLACE BY TECHNOLOGY INSANE AS I LEAVE THIS PLACE I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER IF I WILL SEE ONE OF THIS MASTERPIECES DONE UP OVER AND UNDER RIDING DOWN THE STREET AND GETTING ALL THE ATTENTION WITH OUT FEAR ANXIETY EMABARRASMENT OR APPREHENSION THEY WERE ONCE THE PRIDE OF NEIGHBORHOOD AND IF NO ONE ELSE WANTS THEM I WOULD
