the forever tours

we've seen

them our whole lives,

the aging

rock

gods

with guitars and songs,

the long hair and

massive

crowds, with

pretty girls,

and wives. the forever tours.

on their planes

and buses,

the massive crowds,

their faces

familiar from album covers

stacked

at home.

they are the sound track

of our

lives.

giving us music to live by.

to dream with.

we are with them,

side by side.

and now as they get older,

and older, and older,

falling

onstage,

forgetting lines, singing

from wheelchairs,

bent and ravaged by

drugs and drink,

by careless living,

it scares you how brief it

all is.

how rebellious youth 

has turned into

an old

but no longer sweet wine.