There used to be stars
Before we pulled them down
We used to have leaders
Who were mentally sound
There used to be a gift
From up above
We didn’t know what it was
So we called it love
There used to be care
For our fellow man
When friends were in trouble
We’d try and lend a hand
It’s now considered weak
And out of date
So we look the other way
And we call it fate
The older we get
The more we forget what we’ve been taught
By all the friends we squandered
And all the dreams we bought
We toss and we turn
We live and dont learn
Stumbling in the dark
And shooting from the lip
Until we wake to find
It all comes to zip
There used to be Dreams
That got us through the night
Some called us lucky
Until we missed our flight
And we’d lost every girl
By the final reel
Too old to try again
And too scared to feel
(C) Frank Howson 2019
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