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One Wild and Precious Life
Long brown curls catch my eye
Framing her face, innocent, aware
Bouncing curls bob to the beat
Youthful energy, beautiful!
The street drummers dance
Whacking rocking rhythms
Sharp, short yells and clapping hands
Crowd gathers and dollars fly
The street is chaos, beautiful!
All die, and some much too soon said a poet
This moment will be distant then
Will it be a regret, or joy?
I stand still, frozen in fear
The poet whispers, “What is it you plan to do with your one wild
and precious life?”
“Shall we dance?” I ask the girl with brown curls
She smiles, “Yes!”
We dance in joy. Beautiful!
Framing her face, innocent, aware
Bouncing curls bob to the beat
Youthful energy, beautiful!
The street drummers dance
Whacking rocking rhythms
Sharp, short yells and clapping hands
Crowd gathers and dollars fly
The street is chaos, beautiful!
All die, and some much too soon said a poet
This moment will be distant then
Will it be a regret, or joy?
I stand still, frozen in fear
The poet whispers, “What is it you plan to do with your one wild
and precious life?”
“Shall we dance?” I ask the girl with brown curls
She smiles, “Yes!”
We dance in joy. Beautiful!
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