I once wanted to be Dylan
Either Thomas, or Bob,
I wanted to be their creative fill-in
Their influence I wanted to rob.
I wanted to be able to recite
The guitar and harmonica I wanted to play,
Words or social upbringing I wanted to write
Until I was old and gray.
I wanted to lead a peaceful rebellion
My words everywhere would be preached,
I also wanted to be seen as a hellion
And my confidence and belief could not be breached.
I wanted to change society
Then I wanted to change the world,
Forgetting the laws of propriety
Over the oceans my sails would had been unfurled.
I wanted to be inspiring
And not being vainglorious or a heartthrob,
Unto Dylan I did my crafting and admiring
Whether it be Thomas, or Bob.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem