Vision And Words Poem by Anthony Dawson
Vision And Words
A man I met
who likes the odd drink
Told me to believe only half of what I see and
nothing of what I read
I try not to be the average blue collar and take
ink as the messiah, vision as concrete
I still read, look with intense eyes
I wish I had wings and the power to be wherever I
want when I want; like a ghost who can see everything as it happens
Then maybe I could believe
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4/23/2024 6:02:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is not good. It's almost a cliche'. If you want to see a real poet check out my stuff. Regards, Scott.