nobody sang
i have stories to tell
which would make your hair curl
the loves and the leavings
of me and my girl
the passion, the drama
it's hard to believe
i'll have you all bawling
and begging reprieve
no mortal should live
through such turbulent times
the ups and the downs
the heroics and crimes
in the end with a whimper
not even a bang
the end of the music
and nobody sang
Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann
3 comments:
thanks amy! sometimes life hands us poems on a silver tray ;-)
Wow! Great poem. Angst and heartache lend itself to that, no?
oh aye ... indeed! and welcome jennifer from pittsburgh :-)
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