Sometimes Poem by shimon weinroth

Sometimes, I watch a smell o drama, get wimpy and teary
Long for my youth, lust for must
Turn down the lights, the vision is clearer
Those are not tears, just dust, in my eyes

Woken from seance and stupor,
Don't count me out, put me out to pasture,
Return to reverie, to walk with Bogart, Cooper and John Wayne
Laugh with Grant and Chaplin, they were my heroes, did it for me

Couldn't connect with Gable and Paul Muni
Saying they were before my time
Oh and the Women so untouchable, I drool with memory
Phantoms of fantasy, don't wake me, let me dream
Of what seemed, and long for, swim in the seas of nostalgia
Drown in what might have been