Rock & Roll Never Forgets Poem by Quinten Darrow

Rock & Roll Never Forgets

I'm just a working man, pretty much all I've ever been.
Most of the time it's done with a smile, maybe a grin.
Times they have changed, this week I took that layoff.
These lungs would never survive such a deadly cough.

Stationed at the house, alone with just one's thoughts.
I have a list of things to do, for I've got a lot of oughts.
I cut grass, trimmed bushes, I even pruned the trees.
Got the ladder, got paint, then the neighbor sneezed.

Retreated to sanctuary, the deck in my own backyard.
For I know, always known, nature is very avant-garde.
Peaceful now, almost silent, the day it turns to night.
You, me, us, them, this now seems to be all our plight.

One day, as soon this is over, I'll get behind that wheel.
Ever since I could drive, it's the way I most like to heal.
I'll find that perfect backroad, put my foot to the floor.
Crank up the Alpine, blow those speakers out the door.

Throw my head back in the seat, the is heart all aflutter.
I'm a man of simple taste, just a Goodlettsville rebutter.
Glad I got to know you, for this I'm eternally grateful.
For your memory I have and will, remain forever faithful.