I just picked up Some flowers From Morrison He stood aloof And played a fool He’s no exception To the golden rule Been looking for Lucy At every hour The dust remains From dancing shoes And a fading child With hair in the breeze Read the story With too much ease The future Is not What it Used to be I know now It’s down to me
hello i love your poem..could you give me a reeview on mine.. i need to know what ppl think of it. its on a thread called...my poem'to' thanks! x x
Intresting,I like it alot.I've always been a big Morrison/Doors fan.Really dig the ending,very cool. Rock on.
