Music, Mirth, and Merry Memories

I find myself

Longing for

A time before

When all was well.

In former days

Wannabe rock star

Now watching from afar

I’d rather play.

Feeling past prime

Dreams fading

Energy spent wading

Running out of time.

On the edge

A country divided

Wrongs not righted

Out on the ledge.

Thrills expired

Duty binds

Smiles to sighs

Problems mired.

A time machine

Back to the nineties

Sweet memories

But already seen.

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