Secrets

Don't tell me your secrets
I've got enough of my own
Dealing in this currency
of small minds, big buildings
your hands get dirty.

You really think you know
The other side of life
A position of authority on the show
A history of babbling on the side

I dunno if I am a spectator
or a fan
The jury's still been out on me
My biggest crime to date can
Get you hurdy gurdy
man

I'm dropping pebbles like sand these days
A mind is a terrible thing to
leave in purple haze
Not like dropping dimes, I knew
but just as quickly paced

I'm not thirty two anymore
But I haven't died yet
I've already realized the score
This is as good as I get.
 

Reviews

[Charles]

I really like the first stanza - secrets as the currency of small minds. The third stanza is good too. So, you're more than 32 (an admission in the last stanza) and this is as good as you get? Just wait - it/you get(s) a lot better! At more than twice 32, I can tell you the hurdy-gurdy sounds better every day. So, like the shadow, I've writ and having writ move on - eventually I'll stumble across your work again. Keep writing.

[deeps]

I really love your last stanza, This is a wonderful write. I enjoyed this.

[Valentine]

Thirty two and life has you at its fullest..I doubt that very much..A writer always manages to come up with something new..Just keep them coming..Age is just a number..lol and God bless..Valentine

[zogzog]

hmmm....i kind of think this is one of your best works nev.