Where Are You Now? Poem by James Walter Orr

You said you had to give your dream a chance,
And left to try your wings out in L.A.,
To show your voice, your looks and graceful dance.
Oh! How I hope those dreams don’t make you pay
To hear the often fabled piper play.
How can you hide that torrid, sultry glance,
Before your looks are turned another way?

I’d hoped to get your letter from the coast.
I stand in silence, then I give a sigh.
My spirits drop, my hope subsides, but most,
I wonder how words spoken, often try
To touch one, but then lie alone to die,
Or echo through life’s hallway, like a ghost,
And though they scorch and burn, yet pass one by.