Smokey Dream Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Smokey Dream
There I am upon the stage.
My hair is the current rage.
Flying colors before my eyes.
I will never, never, never, die.
Here I am upon a cloud.
Covered by, a golden shroud.
Music dances before my life.
Sit I do, days upon days without strife.
A golden note plays in my mind.
It must be the coming time.
My heart just gave its last beat.
That dope just knocked me off my feet.
from my poem book DREAMS
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