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The Folksinger
He never really expected it at twenty-nine
And when it still hadn’t happened at thirty-seven
He wasn’t terribly surprised.
But suddenly, with summer gone, he was forty-six
And the dream was still unfulfilled.
For twenty-something years he had paid his dues,
Working in bars and clubs in small towns
Time after time he loaded too much equipment
Into a car too small
And drove to an audience too far away
Then yesterday he looked (really looked)
At the sum total of his miles on the road and
The sacrifice of losing a wife and three sons along the way
His guitar, once new, was now aging and scratched,
His microphone and speakers
Reeked of stale beer and cigarette smoke
And packed among the other frayed and worn out tools of his trade
Was his faded dream of discovery
For the first time he acknowledged the talent scouts were never coming
To towns like McVitty or Scott
For the first time he accepted there was no yellow brick road from Port Jefferson or Grover Hill
And for the first time, he knew it was over
The Folksinger
© 1986 Paul C. Reed