Baker Street Reprise (Poetry)

And here we still are
stuck in Baker Street
we haven’t moved on
and life isn’t sweet
we’re older that’s all

We’ve given up dreams
for the daily grind
starry ambitions
are left far behind
just words on the wall

While every day seems
like the one before
Lady Luck won’t knock
on a seedy door
or the chance is small

We watch the TV
have a take-away
we talk but you don’t
hear a thing I say
clock chimes in the hall

There was a time when
life was real trippy
we played it cool — the
vibe was pure hippy ...
Summer turned to Fall