Tuesday, 19 November 2019
Song of the Sixties.
Whatever happened to Anna Banana?
Whatever happened to Kevin the Witch?
Whatever happened to Raymond from Sligo?
Whatever happened to Rex of the Road?
We all got lost in a Broadway fantasy -
Don`t you know?
Whatever happened to Zoe and Jailer?
Whatever happened to Bungalow Bill?
Whatever happened to Bobby Driscoll?
Whatever happened to me?
We all got dumped on the ash tip of history -
Don`t you know?
Last night we were somewhere - today we are nowhere.
When the spotlights go out - we must make do - or rot.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
November 18th. - 19th. 2019.
Last night while walking to a rehearsal of the Friendly Choir at The Kiln Theatre, I suddenly started to list the nick names and real names of a few of my friends and acquaintances from my now long ago youth and wondered why it all went so badly wrong.
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