I want to blame it on James Dean,
but I don’t suppose he meant to
flit through so fast.
The cast list grows and blows kisses at the crowd,
thinking aloud, I could be there, share in the limelight
and wouldn’t that be peachy with Bogart to teach me to
Old movies move me and sometimes to tears,
they used to use camera tricks for that stunt
not needed now,
look at how time flies past us
dusting us with memories,
the late’s and the last of them gone,
I want to blame it on
but he’s gone too.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.