Expiration Date Past Due
I was long beyond expiration date
When you plucked me off the shelf
You must have seen something in me
Not apparent to everyone else
I was running on exhaust fumes
Way beyond the fail-safe zone
Thinking chances of redemption
Passed me by when I was stoned.
Women were not the problem
There were more than enough back stage
dressed down to tease, willing to please
The only problem was their age.
I don't know what you saw in me
But I'm glad for whatever it was
Where others turned and walked away
You saw my good side not my flaws.
You scaled my wall of solitude
That I didn't even know existed
Now the choices that lie ahead of me
Don't look so lonely, dark, and twisted.
You ground me with your kindness
While giving me wings to soar
My head may be in the clouds on stage
But my feet are on our kitchen floor.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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