Falling StarsA Poem by willwebCamped out on the edge of reason, ticket sales at the end of the line Sleeping bags scattered on hall of fame sidewalks, the chance of rain threatening - a chance, any chance Sitting in a run down limousine watching rust float on the wind Collecting reunions like brand new releases, stacking them up in crooked piles leaning Songs, lyrics of forgotten nights whistle from passing cars Windows down, tires squealing on right hand diversions left blinkers hypnotize “Old
man, take a look at my life” If only Neil knew - There is nothing left to harvest when an aged drought has dried up your relevance I look for the next empty stage, burned out spot lights dangling, crying darkened tear drops of a history no one will remember as the next new fad comes along © 2014 willwebReviews
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6 Reviews Added on October 7, 2014 Last Updated on October 7, 2014 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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