Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

My Last Silver Dime

She is too young,
I was not old enough.
On her I spent my dime.
Fresh roses there might grow.
To find out if I might love.
Stay and love, she said to me,
stay and love, or go and love the sea.
And if the sail, be young and full of air,
come back to me.

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