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GoldenThis is a poem I wrote in early 1981 for sophomore English class; I would have been 15. It was inspired by Tommy Shaw (can you spot the four specific song references?).Tommy has, thankfully, given up some of the habits I speculate on here (though fortunately for us he's still indulging his love for rock and lights), but even though it's dated, the last line still is very powerful for me.
A golden man-child, lonely still A man in the wilderness, you said The golden mane around your head Can't hide a heart that's often bled You never seem to get your fill Of empty women, empty nights, Of cocaine, coffee, airplane flights, Of rock and riches, love and lights. A master of your shining skill Your silver-bright guitar, she gleams In answer to the desperate screams - All dreamers, feeding off your dreams. My lion, close in for the kill For I have waited patiently Imagination set me free ... The dream you seek - it might be me. I love you, and I always will My golden man-child, you're my flame: Elusive, young, you're never tame I'm magic-touched - I'm not the same.Copyright 1997 Kristi Wachter
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