new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Flighty one, wait Long enough to see
Your name in lights, And you’ll miss
Every curtain call Save the last
Dance for me, Hack.
Yikes, a hard look at an aging dream. A sobering, strong poem.
I suppose so but there's always a flip side, isn't there? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-XQ26KePUQ
Yikes, a hard look at an aging dream. A sobering, strong poem.
ReplyDeleteI suppose so but there's always a flip side, isn't there?
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