a poem i discovered buried in my hard drive

You are here. I am there. They is there. And in a rejection of traditional barriers, it is on.
We can see, they cannot see. I can drive, I can not drive. I don’t need to drive if I am driven through the roof. My drives drive me to drive my harddrive up the drive.
You don’t need so worry about sunbathing nocturnal access. We all wist in the sun. My life was never afraid, never afraid. I am sixty seven years old for God's sake!
"How can I be beautiful?"
Is it ok "to be you" ?
Are you sleeping there in the drive way, late in the summer night,when no one is around. Do you take a shower with the garden hose, naked in the garden?
I know you are a child beautiful and true, sweet and simple.
Nothing can disturb your eternal rest in my memory.
Still and silent, you laugh in waves of recall.
Unseen you dream like me,
cast in the cold pond far north
where the snow won't melt.
And this is my garden symphony , like everyone else's two-bit symphony.
Cheap and useless for you
and only worth the world to me.

greatest poem ever or shameless crap!!?