I was not always this way.
I had dreams.
The sky was the limit...So they say.
At one time my corners were crisp.
I was tough.

My goals were high priority.
I lived to travel.
Bring it on was my moto.
I could handle any abuse.
No "Fragile" tags were needed here.

Time has passed.......
I have been crushed, kicked and thrown.
My corners are now dented.
My goals are now second class.
My dreams are now dampened.

The days go on.
I dream of another.
One that has traveled the same road.
One to share the journey's of the past
and partake in new travels in the future..

Good Write Mike!
Welcome back!

(Perhaps you should think out of the cardboard box! )
I meant that as a compliment...

nice but see things brightly mike

{{{{{Mike}}}}} nice job

Mike loved it wow talking about hitting home good write

Awww Mike ... it is in discarding the old shell that a new beautiful one emerges!

Nice to see you my friend!

Nice!
Boy can I relate