The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument
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Brilliant, some dreams remain dreams and they are good when they remain.
I have not seen his face! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The poet is preparing to meet God but is not prepared as yet. A beautiful poem.
Waiting for the dreams still unrealized.