People on the streets
They’re going nowhere,
Such is life so I hear,
Youthful feet searching promised gold,
But them rainbows don’t shine I’m told,
That once upon a time glow
Gone down low,
Is lost in time,
Or is it me who has lost ma sight?
Mellow moon is high,
Beverly hill naps
As I recall bygones,
Stretch from where I sit,
Reaching a couple of years back,
The sky a different blue,
All was well then,
Colours have faded to dull,
Creeping phantoms haunt my days now,
Cursing my course,
The spoil in my soup,
I despise this brew,
I never ordered yew,
Ho where has that rainbow gone?
That promised pot of gold
Seems impossibly out of reach,
Cos now,
seated here,
I see a face,
vague but there,
taking shape my own,
amidst those people on the streets,
heading nowhere,
(Please don’t forsake me?)
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