I sit

I sit dressed in
Starch white
And blue creased
And there
Across the floor
Is a time once held
For not too long!
Dressed in tapestry
Beads hung over
A peasant’s braid
Boots to match
Leather wrist band too
I’d trade this Rolex
To float back
In that crowd
Well you can’t they say
But they never lived
That day
And all their foolishness
Won’t ever dance, so loud
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