Going On ... (poem) by Mark Sebring on AuthorsDen

Going On ...
by Mark Sebring → (All Poetry by Mark Sebring)
Tuesday, October 9, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Going On ... It seemed like only yesterday I stumbled through the gallery and all my paintings were gone. I felt I couldn't go on. I fell asleep on the lawn. I turned on the radio a hundred years from now. No one remembered my song. I thought that something was wrong, and so I just sang along. Then it occurred to me. It was only in my mind. That mystical melody, no one had heard it but me. There were no paintings to see. I wandered down the avenue to the house where I once lived. Nobody recognized my name. It seemed to me such a shame. I felt at home just the same. There must be something wrong with me. I'm not sure who I am. And I don't know how to feel. But is that such a big deal? Won't someone tell me what's real? There won't be any memory of the dreams I have concealed. Ah, but if they'd all come true would I be talking to you? But now, what else is there to do? I guess you've heard it all before. What more is there to say? I could go on and on and on. I could go on and on and on. I could go on and on and on. Mark Sebring (Mid 1980s) 🦢

Reviewed by Mark Sebring

Reviewed on October 21, 2018

How bright my frail deeds might have danced in a green bay!
This song is about being concerned with one's legacy.
Some people are remembered long after they're gone.
Others are forgotten while they're still alive.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on October 9, 2018

What a wacky write. Enjoyed.