Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,439 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Rolling Times - Poem by Smoky Hoss

Once I dreamed
of riches scattered 'round me,
like platinum, silver and gold;
now I find my dreams
travelling poor but free
down an old country road-
When I awake
I feel no pain,
only thankfulness
for both sun and rain-
I say bring it on
let it come,
for the time grows near when all fear
shall be over and done-
I no longer ask for release
it just doesn't work that way,
I simply pray for a patient soul
until these troubled times are all rolled away-

Topic(s) of this poem: peace


Comments about Rolling Times by Smoky Hoss

  • Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken (11/19/2017 10:33:00 PM)

    Beautifully written poem
    Thank you for sharing
    Mario Odekerken
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  • Rose Marie Juan-austin (11/19/2017 6:33:00 PM)

    A very inspiring write. Beautifully crafted. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 19, 2017



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