– by The Fool
As the piano plays, your thoughts drift
Far, far away to the shores of a bay.
Every note is a different memory
As the sun sets behind the deep blue sea.
All those years gone by
Are golden sparkles in the dying light.
Each wave makes them sway,
Moving up and down in tune with the song.
Once endless possibilities,
Now they swim in the Bay of Memories.
It’s hard to believe that they were yours.
So distant and full of unsettled scores.
You think of how little different you feel
Than when you were in your teenage years.
The roar of the surf, that kept you going,
Is fading with the gentle melody
While silver moonlight washes over you
Ruining your precious blue suede shoes.
Once endless possibilities,
Now they swim in the Bay of Memories.
As the last note is played
I lift my gaze up high
Facing the stars in the sky,
Facing the rest of my life.
Should I have stayed?
Once endless possibilities,
Now they swim in the Bay of Memories.
Once endless possibilities,
Now they swim in the Bay of Memories.
The Poor Poet's Poetry 