I dreamed a dream last, and wow was I charmed
Every crook on this ol`planet had been disarmed
Each and everyone of the bad guys..pointet their guns at me
Me thinking..'this is the end to whoever I wanted to be
But still I woke with a peaceful glorie above my head
Coz, out of the gun barrel pops a fancy red rose, colored red
It was then I realized that the bad guys needed an understanding hand
The message..reach out a helping hand before time runs into the sand
good message.... great one... your poem has a wisdom and is useful for us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a uniquely written style that I have not seen often. The pausing in each line has an effect to induce thought. I like the play of words with the common use of sands of time.