Is it freedom
when you have wings to fly?
Is it freedom
when you will never die?
Is it freedom
when don't have to worry?
Is it freedom
when life don't seem so blurry?
A freedom it is,
when life seems just happy
A feedom it is,
when life isn't something scrappy
A freedom it is
when closeones are so near
A freedom it is
when there's no big fear.
The Poor Man's Poet
P.S. I write to entertain People and Poets alike
If you could use a smile, then let me invite you
to read (As A Poet) or (A Spoken Word Poem)
This is not a read request, only a chance
to entertain.