"going Places...."
Recognized, for a small collection
Drawn over time....Notified....Certified
I wonder if they'll give me
A bronze statue for that
Or perhaps a plaque, and
A pat on the back?
High fives all around
"Your going places boy
Try to keep your feet
Upon the ground....
No party complete you know
If your not in town"
So they tell me
And, so I hear....
I wonder, if they'll give me
Some chips with my beer?
Looking at their faces
All their gowns, and all their ties
Caviar and cocktails
And a few, low fives....
I wonder, if they'll give me
A star made of gold
Twenty-four karat, so
It doesn't rust, when I grow old?
"Your going places boy
Try to keep your head
Beneath the clouds....
Here....There....There come the crowds"
Pretty faces....Warm embraces
"Heres my number....'Call me'
When their not around!"
So, this is it....This
Is where it all begins?
"Your going places boy
How does it feel, now
That your in!?"
Now....
I wonder, if I want it
Their accolades....And all their tin
Pondering....Maybe I'll pass, this time
The glory....Without the sin?
"Your going places boy
All you gotta do....Is smile....And....
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....Pretend!?"
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2009
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