Dream as high as the sky
work as low as the ground
Dirt may be in every hilt and corner
But so is your dream in the cloud
Everyone started at something
No one began as a winner
For every task that is meant to bring good fortune
There is always a toil that you need to discover
You have the power since you breathed in this air
Don’t let anything stop you
As it would be unfair
For every every ending there is a beginning
and this would be it for you
For if you will not start now
It may have long been overdue
❤ ❤ ❤
This is for my nephew who turned 20 today. Happiest birthday!
Ramblings of my Old Soul 
Connection between the title and the beautiful poem?
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First, thank you for finding it beautiful. The connection is that this is a poem for my nephew…he’s like a son to me for I practically raised him. “Son I didn’t have” is because I don’t have kids, I just have him and his sister. 🙂
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You have given the most precious gift of all “Love”.
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Beautiful poem 🙂
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Thank you…its for a beautiful person, inside and out ❤
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So cool. Lovely. Thank you.
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