Miriam

Before my fame, i only thought of you, and what you created, shadows make strokes, against this failing truth, shocked that i'm broke, you started to waste, those successful tunes, in that different age, at the hospice alone, loss shapes your gloom, down to your bones, reclaimed from the cafe's, i would have bloomed, made everyone gay, sung a simple refrain, lonely men soothed, whistling and happy, to begin again, it's hardly new, down the Freeway, I've lost a few.