Were
you not once great
Boastful
and scarred with hubris
Did
the world not revolve around
Your
gold hearted presence
And
women would sing
And
drinks flowed
Cars
crashed and
Nights
fell
And
inside there was a soul
Underneath
the sounding fireworks
And
hormonal chatter
A
soul aiming straight and true
Were
you not once waiting
And
given up
And
sodden with autumn rain
Orange
leaves a portent of
Your
secret shallows
But
a little curse
Of
an ordinary life
Has
now killed all that
One
Two
There
are no mistakes in life
Some
people say.