Gerard

Before my fame, I only thought of you, and the games we played, shadows pass in smoke, set against this bitter truth, I'm broke, you threw away, my successful poems, in that different age, at this ruin alone, can't see in the gloom, the café’ that’s gone, I fell off the stage, I should have blossomed, made everyone happy, now sing a simple Solo, a lonely man soothed, on his way home, to begin again, poets will see me through, going down the Freeway, I'll think of you.