The poem
Before the gate has been closed, before the last quetion is posed, before I am transposed. Before the weeds fill the gardens, before there are no pardons, before the concrete hardens. Before all the flute-holes are covered, beore things are locked in then cupboard, before the rules are discovered. Before the conclusion is planned, before God closes his hand, before we have nowhere to stand.
The dream
As gay as it sound
is something everyone experience.
When it comes,
Oh be sure it will sure
Creeping into your head without
even saying hello.
Oh what you cant do in real life
you can do in dream
But dream dont always as sweet as it sound
Sometimes even...
undescrible
unimaginable
I wish i could have sweet dream like those of little children;
but never ever i shall dream of that day.
Albert Wong (sfiawong)
Poor spelling, obvious rhyming, monotonous structure, meaningless content. You've got to read a lot of poetry before you can attempt to write it.