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

Some times when i can, those walks,
i hear them dance and they still talk
and i too danced for freedom,
and some wonder if after, i am old
and weary torn and hearts of gold.

Some have danced with their others,
and fell beside there brother,
sister come now why, how you knew,
Two can dance that one last dance,
which one leaves to pray take i, amen.

Quite walks, and how i quake each night,
and this is how my youth, i spent too grow
and with you i am not, why i,
danced with freedom please, sweet sleep.