How many more fools?
And the hands on the clock start to roam
While he wishes he was back home
Oh the fool plays on in despair
To a room full of vacant chairs
Don’t play that song again
It brings memories of loss and pain
Don’t hurt yourself any more
Pick yourself up, off the floor
Remember, tomorrow is always there
As you sit brooding in your chair
But the fool plays on in despair
With no talent, style or flare
Oh the fool plays on in despair
To a room full of vacant chairs
© Andrea Coltman
Power-packed emotional write ... fabulous, quite fabulous!!
Blessings,
Robert
she makes a good point!
remember that song???
well told Andrea :) pax A
Love Tinka
a time for change whether it's wanted
or not. I was never a musician but I
love music, so I can relate to that
part of it but I guess a poem is a bit
like a song? Brava Andrea!
Felix