Sadness Of Time Poem by Mark Hutchings

The radio played the songs of old;
The years flashed by in music.
Hits and memories... all good, all gold.
How sad.

He thought about the past ten years,
From disco nights to time alone.
The memories came... the fun, the tears.
How sad.

When did it end: the fun, the games...?
When life became so stale.
Ten years on... no fun remains.
How sad.

He held the gun; he held it high;
He aimed it well that night.
Hits and memories... a last good-bye.
How sad.