Circling Rivers
There's a river I know,
in the land of the dead,
where many call home,
and others may dread.
There's a city I know,
where the parties are gold,
where the liquor is silver,
where the drugs are sold.
There's a woman they know,
who comes when they call,
who dreams to live,
who talks when you sleep,
who lives in that city of gold.
There's a river I know,
where the kids have fun,
where the days are spent,
getting drunk and wet.
There's someone out there,
in the big, bad world,
who smiles like God,
who I am yet to meet.
This poem is about:
Me
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