The Torch Poem by Matt Mondschein

The torch, was passed
I said to you
The show, the cops
The 'STING'
The turnpike
The brief shower
Be true

I know you, you'll
Continue
Your wicked ways
While, I, lonely, still married
Lost in this maze

Just be my friend
I still want you so
The torch has been passed
A concert ago

The next one
I'll be there
Perhaps with a new friend
For you, my dear
My hopes and dreams
Often though, wet
To have you
Always near