I sit and dream of the day when my poetry walks on the scene,
I sit and dream of the day I stand having my poetry in your hand,
I sit and dream of the day when my poetry falls from your hands and is picked up by another,
I sit and dream.
It is not reality yet it is so sweet,
My eyes water at times, so sour is the feeling at the bottom of the pinnacle.
I see many fellows inline waiting to grow in success.
A thousand Oliver's asking may I have more?
knowledge that is, or may it be time to create that one gift.
I sit and wonder.... have you read my po'em.... #.... no disrespect but... (it currently sits on my second page)
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