Fading Poem by Michael Moorcroft

The tables have turned,
The shutters are open,
For now I have learned,
You are no longer copin.’

You’ve crumbled with time,
And withered with age,
You’ve crossed the line,
And you’re filled with rage.

You’ve forgotten to feel,
And shunned the way,
You’ve lost what’s real,
And have nothing to say.

You’ve changed so much,
And travelled so far,
But you’re losing touch,
You’re a fading star.

© Michael Moorcroft September 3rd 2009