When I get to heaven

The most troublesome start to adulthood
Has blessed me with a freedom from need

My clothes are stained and torn
A testament to my abandonment
And my rag cloaked dreams of fame

I hear the sound of drums and glory
I am an engineer of happiness

When I get to heaven
I'll be a well dressed man

Reviews

[Madeline]

I've just read a good number of your poems, and I love the style! You write with such brevity it makes me jealous! I look forward to achieving that in my own writing, and you are the perfect example! This one in particular is beautiful.

[jo]

I really liked your poem it was very moving

[Brandon S. Whitten]

To humble self is where we begin. Good read and write.

[AK]

Wow! Nicely done. I really liked the line:-
And my rag cloaked dreams of fame
Amazing poem.

Beautiful and vain, I love the poetic touch of this. And the peaceful embrace.

[....]

Oh I really enjoyed this write, very poetic feel to it.
Nicely done!