An Old King's Musings

I think about all those bands, that in their heyday, had it all. And then slowly faded. Where are the rockstars of yesteryear? What do they think when they listen to their music on the radio when driving? Do they ever look back to the golden years, and relive them, thus keeping themselves alive, feeding only on memories? Here is my tribute to those who made it, and who had it all, if only for a while...




Often, when I'm feeling low,
I think back, to the years ago,
Just sit back and let the feelings flow,
Reminesce, about what my memories show.

Those great years, when we had it all,
Those nights after nights, when we had a ball,
Those well-lived months, when we used to say,
We loved life, and so we lived it everyday.

And so evertime I'm feeling lonely,
I think about all those past things,
Let my memories then take me,
Back, to when we were kings.

Love and hope lose their appeal,
When you deal with what life brings,
So sometimes I try to feel, (what we had)
Back, when we were kings.

And now its all gone, it'll never come again,
Cause we lost hope, we were broken men,
Each dying his own slow death,
Each tiring of one more breath.

I have lost the will, to even try,
Give up, or even just cry,
It doesn't matter, no not anymore,
It did once, but that was long before.

And all I do now, with my last days,
Is think about my six strings.
As I watch the raindrops play, (Think about)
Back, when we were kings.