Mickey MacConnell
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LAMENT FOR JUDY GARLAND

 

I saw a rainbow bleeding in the evening sky

Orange and red and indigo and blue

And a Gipsy wind crept sadly through the dying leaves

And all of this reminded me of you

And I wondered if you’d found what you were looking for

In that wonderland of which you used to sing

Where there’s no such thing as broken dreams or falling stars

Broken hearts and Bluebird’s broken wings.

 

Sanctified in celluloid you made your merry way

Not caring about what you did or said

Until at last you found fair-weather friends all slip away

As you struggled to survive the life you’d led.

 

 

Now insubstantial images are all that’s left of you

Canned memories of a younger better age

And fragmented half-forgotten songs have rung the curtain down

Like mocking laughter on an empty stage.

And I wonder did you find what you were looking for

In that wonderland of which you used to sing

Where there’s no such thing as broken dreams or falling stars

Broken hearts and Bluebird’s broken wings.

 

 

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