The American Nightmare
The American Nightmare
I stand outside the fence
Looking through black cast iron bars
So many flowers
A million roses growing in the garden
Oak trees as old as the town
Their canopy giving the yard a cool place
A stream wanders through the freshly cut grass
There’s not a single weed in sight
What a beautiful paradise
There are light in the windows of the house
People are there eating their dinner
Roast beef, potato mash and fresh strawberry pie
They laugh at some stupid joke
There is smoke coming from the flagstone chimney
I smell the scent of newly cut cherry logs
This has to be the American dream
I look in my pockets
Two dollar bills and four dimes fill my hand
Torn shoes and worn out pants
This is my American nightmare
Looking through a cast iron fence at others living the dream
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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