The Past

THE PAST

Revisiting the past,
Kristofferson and Coffee, Diamond and Dreams.
The minstrels who limned our past with music

And the words of powerLike eager moths
Up we flew to their lighted visions
Till the gravity of the everyday dragged us down
With our wings singed

But sometimes by chance
A late night rehearing after a day like everyday
Reminds us we once had that power:
False memories!

For we were weaker
Than those who sang to our ambitious youth;
Our visions were reflected, not ours from within:
And so we walk.

J.E.McL sometime in the late eighties or very early nineties
With a Sunday Morning Coming Down,
after too much Red Red Wine the night before!
And only Cracklin’ Rosy to Help Me Make it Through the Night