Headline Poem 3/27/14 -- Beacon Street

Boston (Photo credit Boston Herald)

New England quarterback Tom Brady watched this morning as a fire burned in Boston, a few doors down from his house on Beacon Street. Here is the headline. Two firefighters died in the blaze. I wrote today's poem as a song. I tend to do this, humming to a tune in my head. I think I could sing some of these poems to life if I could only learn to play my guitar that is starting to collect dust in the corner of my room.

Beacon Street  

It must have been scary

It must have been sacred

It must have been surreal

For you

Out there on the ledge

all of the life lines

just passing right by

For you 

All of the times that we made our sweet love

I had forgotten about you

But times like this lead all of us to take some time to 

just recall what's real

It must have been scary

It must have been sacred

It must have been surreal 

For you

Out on the ledge

The fire's burnin'

My wheels are turnin'

and I'll do anything to stay alive right here 

You should have studied a little harder

and stopped a bit less in your tracks

The years have been blurred now,

and I just I wish I'd tried a bit harder

back then 

Right now there's a ladder 

it's climbin' right up here

it's going higher out there 

No matter what, I'm at his mercy

Please God, don't take me, not yet

Please Lord don't leave me

Please let me stay here 

and be

Please let me stay here 

and be

I'm just not ready

Somebody needs me

I'm not too steady

down here 

Out on this ledge now,

But please

Just leave me down here 

I'll tremble less down here 

First kiss is flashin'

First love is teasin'

First loss is trickin'

First miss is missin'

Right here

I close my eyes, the smoke is blindin'

Last embrace, last call, last smile, last glimmer of sunshine

I thought it was too bright, 

but boy was I wrong

down here  

Out on the ledge now, they all flash right by,

and I realize

it's time