Posted by Kitt
Sixty-something singing something right out of Sadsongs,
Dreams of lithesome ladies fulfilling emerald dresses,
Going yodel for yodel with any Plant, Tyler, or McCartney,
The neighbors blink away their latest weekend distresses.
Another rocker has met his maker,
And one’s SLAP tear twists merrily away,
Eyes tear and then sight clears—
Time to remember, to forget, and dream it all away.
Longing for a Life when it was simple all in black and white,
But that’s all gone now, and my maker nearing closer in sight.
Suffering from a moderate to severe case of stupid,
Looking for love, I slammed the door in the face of Cupid.
And the sun shades down like suns often do;
While losing the grip for the thought of you;
Where’s that road poorly-traveled to happiness?
Can’t get there from here, I guess.
Posted in Poem
Tags: "take a sad song and make it better", Bob Dylan reference in Hey Jude, Cupid, evening dresses, facing death, facing old age, fails to learn from mistakes, ladies in sexy dresses, lithesome ladies, loser at love, lost love, memories of being younger, Neil Peart died today of Rush, Paul McCartney, Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin, sixties music, SLAP tear, stereo on ten (LOUD), Steven Tyler of Aerosmith, stupid, trying to hold onto youth, yodel