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before your eyes
..with a hat on my head,
that says, "Booty Hunter"..
and an Iron Maiden t-shirt
underneath a black leather motorcycle jacket..
And a hand puppet of Elmo,
you remember how innocent we pretended to be..
Still chasing those rock and roll dreams..
I'm over 40, and I still call my mother on the
phone everyday..we never have the money we wish
we had..seems like, there's more bills that
pile higher each and every day..I used to
have more guitars in my possession than
I could count..they gradually get sold
or pawned off..just to get some groceries
and some food in my mouth..I get worn
and I admit, that sometimes Life gets
the better of me..it's important to laugh
and remember you're human..and forgiveness
they say, come's from the divine spirit..
To balance, and keep within the harmony
of your natural being, that of childlike joy..
And wonder and amazement of how fast, time
goes by..sentiment, and sentient..how it all
unfolds, like a rose..to appreciate it,
before time takes it's toll..and memory,
is all that remains, like an echo..that
mocks you..but, I'd like to think, that
time is linear, like a stream rushing by..
you're the boat, the passenger is your soul,
your desire is what commands the direction
you shall go..and as you look up to the sky..
it's funny, how you're sitting still,
but yet, things move by..glass, with water..
and silvery sparks that splash, the stars
that sheen, beckons you to join them in
their retreat into the night's sky we dream..
..the end
By Rick Weber
April 12, 2015
copyrights reserved 2015
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that says, "Booty Hunter"..
and an Iron Maiden t-shirt
underneath a black leather motorcycle jacket..
And a hand puppet of Elmo,
you remember how innocent we pretended to be..
Still chasing those rock and roll dreams..
I'm over 40, and I still call my mother on the
phone everyday..we never have the money we wish
we had..seems like, there's more bills that
pile higher each and every day..I used to
have more guitars in my possession than
I could count..they gradually get sold
or pawned off..just to get some groceries
and some food in my mouth..I get worn
and I admit, that sometimes Life gets
the better of me..it's important to laugh
and remember you're human..and forgiveness
they say, come's from the divine spirit..
To balance, and keep within the harmony
of your natural being, that of childlike joy..
And wonder and amazement of how fast, time
goes by..sentiment, and sentient..how it all
unfolds, like a rose..to appreciate it,
before time takes it's toll..and memory,
is all that remains, like an echo..that
mocks you..but, I'd like to think, that
time is linear, like a stream rushing by..
you're the boat, the passenger is your soul,
your desire is what commands the direction
you shall go..and as you look up to the sky..
it's funny, how you're sitting still,
but yet, things move by..glass, with water..
and silvery sparks that splash, the stars
that sheen, beckons you to join them in
their retreat into the night's sky we dream..
..the end
By Rick Weber
April 12, 2015
copyrights reserved 2015
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