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Sun Down My Back
I relish the spotlight, all the love I am given,
Still that star keeps moving across the sky,
The engine of life constantly driven.
What a misfortune to end up bone-dry,
At the end of the road blistered and burned
With the evening sun down my back.
Perhaps at that time I shouldn't have turned,
For here I am on this side track
With nothing to say except "Well, I tried,
Which is certainly more than most can claim" -
The words that slip out when life is denied...
Another casualty - what a shame.
Yes - the sun down my back has an ominous glare.
Can you blame my being loath to stop and stare?
