Life going up flights of stairs too many missed steps,
too many cares,
Life going down the same repetitive staircase, when
you get to
the top or bottom,
toe tapping,
what stares
you in the face?
Go ahead tell it to the mountain of concrete,
Go ahead break out the map and compass,
don't get pompous,
find a way through the concrete jungle,
hey you might find the treasure or bungle,
your way,
the way,
you did it, better than expected, sing a duet with Frank, while the rest
tank the results,
of shame,
no game,
cold hands
of stone
touching the frigid corpse
of a loved one,
time to say good-bye
oh why
do we
miss the
ones that
fill us
with regret
of more shame,
WHY can't the stairway to heaven be found
all there is to walk on, is down and down,
wanting to climb out of the basement for a change,
wanting to climb onto a roof top and sing a refrain,
with JT,
needing to sing a Hallelujah, from the gut
still it never gets beyond but...
dancing is out,
singing is a bust,
leave enough ink to write with
words covered in rust,
that flakes and falls
like snow gone old,
so no story gets told.
Another day on the gravy train, the office is closed for Another Day,
in a bad way, so,
"So won't you stay, a little bit longer"
she turns to walk away,
"please please say that you will"
the shape and shadow grows smaller
as the pit in my stomach grows more hollow,
emptied out.
That moment, lasted only a moment,
now emptied out.
©DWE122013
In quotes, "Up on the Roof" - James Taylor