Whiskey dreams are still the sameA Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.
Whiskey dreams are still the same.
I would allow the world to be free.
We would dance and sing.
Till the light of the morning."
After the song.
Silence overtake us.
We order more whiskey and tell stories of woman and adventure.
Iran today is holding our people hostage today.
The USA is broke with no place to seek help.
Poor Jimmy Carter had a big mess to fix.
Drink to stopping murder and violence.
Please lord. Never again."
I'm thankful for good friends and some hope.
I don't know.
"Maybe one day man will learn a lesson.
We are just flesh and bone.
Need food and love to survive.
Not guns and hate."
© 2011 Coyote Poetry
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on November 27, 2009
Last Updated on May 6, 2011
AboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember the grea.. more..
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