The Gathering

The Gathering

they came from the east

they arrived from the north

searching for the warmth of the gulf breezes

snow already covered most of them

a few hours in the southern sun

they would show more pink than Floyd

broken or injured in need of repair

like Jon Bon living on a prayer

smiling faces waiting to die

some just sit, stare or cry

they come here every year

in hopes of finding youth

only to find another year has gone

they'll drink their scotch and bourban

and sing songs to each other out of key

laugh at s**t they never actually heard

pretending their hearing still works

guess that's why they sing so bad

how in the hell can they know

come early spring they reload

and start the reverse trek

they wave goodbye and throw kisses

I wonder if they will return

or be collected into the new world

a new and different gathering

Gomer LePoet ....

Reviews

The Gathering, you mean " our " Dutch Gathering... lovely how an American can have his own opinion about the worlds music, I like that. I enjoyed this write. It was filled with some irritated aspects, covered nicely into beautiful words, and wordplay. It's nice when Europe especially the Netherlands, and my little Netherlands make at least some diffrent aspects into USA :) lovely write.

~ Elisa Laura

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This was wonderful David. I guess living in Florida, you see alot of people come and go with the seasons. Two entirely different gatherings here. One gathering of the retired and or the gathering into the new world.
I enjoyed reading this one. ;)
I have missed reading your work. Glad to see you writing again.