My sisters always said
my dreams were too
lofty
One sister was
a beauty queen
The other married
well, and mingled
with the elite

The years passed
The beauty queen
is no longer
beautiful
The socialite is an
alcoholic trapped
in her own
deceit
But I,
the dreamer,
still have my dreams

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