He used to stand up straight and tall
The hills, why he could scale them all
He believed that dreams come true
And life was hope's grand avenue
But now his shoulders slump a bit
The dream-gleam is no longer lit
For Criticism will
destroy
And steal both dreamer and the boy
© Janet Martin
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