GANDOLFINI boulevard

Gandolfini Boulevard
By james a. galgano

Such a familiar street our lives grew upon with that innocent smile on gentle face.
Bringing memories almost forgotten long into our living room from across time
Just the motions upon enacted script resurrect a world once forgotten finds a place.
At the dinner table within the recliner of life we quietly observe what often reminds
Within such repeated celluloid tape loop tragedy and comedy collide effortlessly
Upon those ever-upturned lips despite every act upon stage for endless display
There came a calm before the storm as every scene unfolded by charm gracefully.
Time often stood still has you scrutinized your course through script portrayed.
Whether upon revolving stage or silver screen one was forever frozen or astounded
At the way you caught our lives within your every role, which so easily conveyed.
There may in fact be no divine intervention found within our lives confounded.
But with the cards we are dealt the game must be played in hope of resolution
No matter who we are or what our past maybe filled with memories unforeseen.
Your every well played out action resurrected within a reverie like some revolution.
Where we now woefully miss your divine endeavors to recreate this distant dream.