Everyone’s a dreamer
And, now and again,
They get what they want.
Fame can be hard,
They can make you or break you,
You’ll be remembered as a hero or a villain.
The stars shine from a neon sign,
Names reflected on a lonely boulevard.
Kinda wish one of the names was mine.
But would I want my life to be that hard?
All the old names in worn gold,
Get torn up and replaced with a new one,
It’d make all the fans that are left cry.
Success and struggle
Are the tools that carved
The names in stone.
The stars shine from a neon sign,
Names reflected on a lonely boulevard.
Kinda wish one of the names was mine.
But would I want my life to be that hard?
©Charlie F. Kane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem