Death of the American Dream 

Like a book not read,
Like a song not sung,

Like a prayer unsaid 

Or an unknown tongue,

The American Dream, one of faith and trust,

Is growing old and gathering dust.

A yellowed page in a history book,

The stagnant pool, once a flowing brook.

Do we love our country,

Or merely reside in the land of our birth

With no feeling of pride?

In a famous museum, its cobwebs are seen –

Cobwebs of liberty, which once was our dream.

But, the ideals were buried when the heroes died,

And the candle of patriotism smolders inside,

Inside all our hearts where it flickers, then dies.

When will Americans open their eyes

To see, in a graveyard, a tombstone which reads:

“The American Dream

…And it’s covered with weeds.

                       Nancy Sue Krenrich 

I wrote this poem when I was in high school, over 35 years ago. Sadly, is still relevant.

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About nancsue

Writer - Former newspaper columnist - lover of all things nostalgic, collies, music, humor, and ever grateful to those who defend American citizens at home and abroad.
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4 Responses to Death of the American Dream 

  1. Steven Phillip says:

    That’s really good, but you are right, it is sad.

  2. Amanda Ricks says:

    What a beautiful poem. And as you and Steven, say, still so relevant. Unfortunately.

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