gershon hepner

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Geting Lonely, Growing Old - Poem by gershon hepner

Never doing what I’m told,
still expecting you to care.
getting lonely, growing old,
can you help, hey you there?
Being out there in the cold
scares me greatly; won’t you pause,
keeping me within the fold,
subordinate, but still a clause
that you accept, although you hold
this truth to be self-evident:
it’s very hard to see the gold
in what once glittered but is spent?

Inspired by Pink Floyd’s “Hey You, ” which plays a pivotal role on Noah Baumbach’s extraordinary movie “The Squid and the Whale.”

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
Always doing what you’re told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

[click of tv being turned on]
Well, only got an hour of daylight left. better get started
Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?
It’ll be a lot less safe to stay here. you’re father’s gunna pick up our trail before long
Can loca ride?
Yeah, I can ride... magaret, time to go! maigret, thank you for everything
Goodbye chenga
Goodbye miss...
I’ll be back


Comments about Geting Lonely, Growing Old by gershon hepner

  • Rookie - 220 Points Linda Hepner (1/24/2006 7:39:00 PM)

    Hey man, you talkin' to me man?
    Hey man, you want a reply?
    I'm here, always have been, man,
    Until the day I die.

    Hey you, I'm still carin'
    Hey you, you're my sheep,
    You're the clause in my pen, man,
    I'll come find you,
    Bo Peep.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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