Sometimes when a door 

closes, you have to jimmy 

a window open 

Ghosts with shadows dance

among the gravestones lightly 

until the morning 

Thirty years ago 

they said take back the power 

but we heeded not  

A lone porch light on 

a lonely street snaps off and

darkness rushes in  

Play the blues for us

in a world with ballooning 

inequality 

In the light I see 

the beauty of everything 

until the sun leaves 

The fickle fates take

the best of us first, leaving 

the dregs to remain