Vanishing Dreams

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    Vanishing Dreams

    Afra promised to wait for me
    But Afra never did
    Whenever I passed by her door
    She dropped a veil and hid

    Hussa from Telex room just called
    I have a telex note
    The tax collectors back at home
    Are soon selling my boat

    A bank note came also today
    Demanding I pay debt
    I searched my pockets, but alas!
    I failed to find a cent

    I saw James Baker in my dreams
    So happy and in cheer
    At last he was promised "support"
    For peace from "Dad" Shamir

    Rabab, in tears, once said to me:
    "How painful is the plight
    Since immigration, though gives hope,
    Is loneliness and fright"

    It is weekend, I sigh in relief
    At last I hope to rest
    But wailing winds and sandy storms
    Put an end to my zest

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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