Sun Down My Back

I relish the spotlight, all the love I am given,

Still that star keeps moving across the sky,

The engine of life constantly driven.

What a misfortune to end up bone-dry,

At the end of the road blistered and burned

With the evening sun down my back.

Perhaps at that time I shouldn't have turned,

For here I am on this side track

With nothing to say except "Well, I tried,

Which is certainly more than most can claim" -

The words that slip out when life is denied...

Another casualty - what a shame.

Yes - the sun down my back has an ominous glare.

Can you blame my being loath to stop and stare?

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