Beat Poem by William Kofoed
Beat
When I was
Oh so very young
Played the drums
And thought that I
Was of the beat generation
And my friends
We all dreamed
The day would come
We would play
Clubs and coffee houses
People would come
Hear us play
At the end
Snap their fingers
It would be so good
Years have pasted
Still I hope
Someday someone
Will hear me and
Snap their fingers
It'll be
Good
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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