A mind enraged, By cinder block. A roof of Felt and tar, Engaged in Traveling back, Where wanton Memories are. With riddled rains It flies this land This land of Shangri-la. Where ever cries And ever lies Our past and Last hurrah.
[This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 05-12-2000).]
I'm not sure if I am getting the meaning of this one Seymour, but it leaves me with a sad feeling. Is that the feeling I should be getting? I think it has something to do with 'memories' and 'past' and 'last' hurrah, that makes me feel that this is about something that can not be recaptured. Let me know if I'm even close?......LOL
Listening to every heart