Lost the Glow

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To the tune of “Like a Rolling Stone”.  Apologies to Dylan fans!

Many moons ago

you were all aglow.

Blanked the ones below.

You were in the know –

weren’t you?

 

Friends pled,

“watch out”, they said.

“We’ve got the dread

for what lies ahead

awaiting you.”

 

You teased and ridiculed

all the people

that you fooled.

Now you don’t

shine so bright;

now you hide

out of sight

scared of what they’ll think

of you.

 

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

You’ve lost your way,

a discarded stray

and your glow’s turned grey.

 

I doubt Bob Dylan would be impressed! On the up side I had a lot of fun writing it and managed to include yesterday’s word prompt grey (British spelling)  🙂

 

 

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