The certain age
That drinks there
Broken people
Dreams all gone
While light rain
Caresses windows glass
Outside streetlights
Splutter on.
The music it is dated
Decades walk on by
Certain songs remind
With a tear in the eye
Nagging doubts so loud
You cannot hear them at all
A distant stare to the past
Memories to recall.
Soon it is
An empty room
The faces gone
But still the gloom
Another day
One more night
Stack the chairs
Cigarette to light.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is a rocking meter that with the rhyme provides a bit of melancholy to this poem and a sense of resignation in the wording finishes it well.
thanks and appreciation for read
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