Poetry

Singing along to an old little tune
I wish you could see what you've done
I'll be crossing Silver Street soon
'Cause you forgot that he was your son

I remember the day
That day you lost to the show
To keep the thought at bay
Because your mind went too low

Guess that's all we can do
Sit and count the passing feeling
Sail around until we're found too
But memories of you are beyond healing