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

Some times when i walk,
and i danced for freedom,
and some wonder i am old,
and weary born hearts gold.

Some will dance that dance,
and fall beside there brother,
Two can dance that dance,
one leaves to make amens.

Quite walks i quake each night,
and this is how youth grows, and
i danced with freedom into sleep.