Hopes and Dreams

This is not my usual type of post.  I am in the middle of writing an assignment for class.  My thoughts continually return to my former hopes of writing poetry.  Once upon a time, A topic would pop into my skull and voila, there was a so-called poem.  Now, I hear only echos across the vast canyon of thoughts.  So anyways, I wanted to make a breakout attempt at a little poetry here... I might just do it in the form of comments.  I love reading poetry and I feel very intimidated by masters of poetry.  Maybe it is not about writing good poetry, maybe it's about being good at taking the leap.
Well, here goes:

exhibit 1
How do we express?
How do we explore?
How do we reckon?
What this life is all about?

Do we venture?
Do we play?
Do we work?
Do we Post?

Everyday draws us nearer
to drawing our last breath
Every year the elder
Evaluate their years

The cycle and repetition
in some ways is humorous
Youth never learn
Elder never succeed

We observe, account, reflect and harbor
We live, express, run and jump
We say goodbye in tears
We deliver in tears

Peace comes for some
and for others
the search
never ends

exhibit 2

Not so much poem is this

Indeed more of what I've missed

What's passed once I thought

Th'art more inspired wrought

Assemblage of words are these

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I'm sorry, something just came up... I'LL Try to f?nish this soon...