Chances for riches are scattered and few.
And what's a mere buck, when you've
no time to do
all the things that you want?
Live the life that you've dreamed?
What's a mere buck when your
own mouth ain't screamed?
So, soon when your head says
your mind's gonna slip, tell the people who care
that you're taking a trip.
You gotta give in, and you just gotta say
that you gotta go dream,
be it just for a day.
I absolutely LOVE BFDelany's poetry! I never heard this one before. Oh it sounds like something she'd write in 1973 when we still had a twinkle in our eyes and hope in our hearts. Yeah that's good. Love the photo too. Hey, let's get up and go and find out where we land!
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