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I Had a Dream
July 16, 2007
It used to be that you and me,
Without money could simply just be,
Run in fields or climb a tree,
Rolling in grass, screaming with glee.
Used to be you would take a chance,
Death would ask if you would dance.
Holding out his bony hands,
Eery sweet and dark romance.
Fear not, young man, I have a plan.
Close your eyes and take my hand.
Please don't lie if need to cry.
Even if you die, it's worth the try.
Even if you know this life's a show,
The seeds you sow begin to grow.
Don't hate or kill and you will go,
Where your halo shines an afterglow.
The poems posted in this entry are ©2007 Steven Glazer. Use for commercial purposes without written permission is strictly prohibited.