A Secret Life
My fantasy, or secret life, reaches a bit far.
It has been with me since I was in my teens.
I wanted to be a musical phenomenon, a ROCK STAR!!
With all that being a famous rocker would mean.
My music, would be hard, but also so mellow.
My voice, could handle any range, any sound.
I could sing a song better than any rocker fellow.
I would perform, a major venue, always in the round.
Think of Ann and Pat, but more over the top.
On stage, in faded jeans, and a sexy shirt.
My look copied and for sale in the logo shop.
No bootlegging permissable, someone may get hurt.
I would stand in front of the mirror, album playing my song.
Had anything that looked like a mic held in my hand.
I would sing, and dance, in my bedroom all evening long.
What a performance, by me and my rock band.
After a show, we would chill, me and the band,
What a great performance we did bring.
Then on to the next gig, a real grandstand.
What a life, if only I could sing!
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2019
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