I can see my reflection in the glass,
in my head it still looks like a kid,
carrying it wherever I go,
collecting magic felt in old haunts
like fireflies
still keeping me alive.
Recalling all the times I used my wand
for adding treasures to its chamber,
before I was dogged
with that old face in the mirror,
ever weaving spells of smiles and hope,
those sunbeam's stored from the caresses
of each day,
the enchantment that gave such song
where life was a dance
and nothing ever made me feel
there was any guilt from having fun.
Guess no matter where
this I'm on road finally leads,
inside I'll always have my jar,
its contents the trophies of my heart.
Author notes
Prompt:
"Troubadour" By: George Strait
I still feel 25,
Most of the time
I still raise a little cain with the boys
Honkey tonk and pretty women
Lord I'm still right there with them
Singing above the crowed and the noise
[chorus]
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still trying to make a name
Knowing nothings gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
When I rode in on a song
And I'll be an old troubadour,
When I'm gone.
Well, the truth about a mirror
It's that a damn old mirror
Don't really tell the whole truth,
It don't show what's deep inside
Oh read between the lines,
It's really no reflection of my youth
[chorus]
[x2]
I was a young troubadour,
When I rode in on a song
And I'll be an old troubadour,
When I'm gone
I'll be an old troubadour,
When I'm gone.
A contest entry
- Lyric Inspired... George Strait by Angelflower.
600 points, ended September 5, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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bravo!! I really love it! It's a really nice reflective piece..
well done! thank you very much for hsairng. best of luck.
Angel
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This is a fabulous interpretation of the song. I love the reflectivness of this piece, best to you in the contest
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excellent~
Perfection to a T
Indeed we can sit back and ponder on life when things were indeed much simpler...
Best of luck in the contest
Hugs
Your lil sis
Susan~~~
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The trophies of my heart, and the timeless age when things as a child were kept simple! I think we all can look back upon our youth, and sit and ponder! Wonderful poem my friend. Thank you for sharing this with us! Bookmarked for another read later!
~Sie
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Great prompt: This carries the reader thorough times where youth is the magic, for any age. Smiles and happy hearts have the reader dancing with enchantment where there is no shame to have fun. The work moves quickly to find the narrator using smiles to be carried through life.
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