October 25, 2015, Prescott- Reflections on a middle-night’s dream:
There came the Little Rascals,
into a coffee shop where I sat.
An adult was with them,
speaking untoward rap.
Egging on the boys and girls,
Her words were enough to make me hurl.
I stood up and re-assured the kids,
that young, fresh days are not meant
for moral skids.
Be free of obligation,
to social degeneration.
I awoke,
having stood my ground,
feeling ready for a day
of love profound.
There are many times that I’m quite happy that I tend not to remember dreams!
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Had it not been for the ending, I’d have been inclined to scream.
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Resolved to help the youth, huh? Your poetry is very good!
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Thank you, and yes, I did resolve to help the youth. It’s been my life.
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