(To the tune of Californication - The Red Hot Chilli Peppers)
Hear the cry from the child inside,
This is reality's affirmation.
Band of boys from Stonehenge teams,
Reunited by today's commiseration.
Side by side we stood and cried,
On the edge of Barrington Station.
Some think it's the end of a world but I say,
There's a world beyond expiration.
And some day our heart beats will cease,
Then we will leave the congregation.
The sun outside burns to make the cold subside,
On our day at Barrington Station.
Good day sir,
My condolences,
I saw you stood here waiting,
With all due respect,
But you never expect, this train you're anticipating.
The calm before the storm,
April's Wednesday to mourn,
Meet at Barrington Station.
Meet at Barrington Station.Meet at Barrington Station.
YOU ARE READING
Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian
PoetryThe "journey to middle age" part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 24-28. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
