In the fields of Glastonbury, where music reigns,
I stood amidst the crowd, amidst the joyful strains.
Aging rock stars took the stage, their spirits high,
Their timeless tunes echoed under the summer sky.
With silver hair and weathered lines upon their faces,
They carried the magic of their golden eras, those cherished places.
Guitars wailed and drums thundered, melodies soared,
Their vibrant energy, an eternal flame they still adored.
They danced like wild spirits, defying the years gone by,
Their voices echoed youth, reaching for the heavens high.
Crowds swayed and sang along, a sea of unified bliss,
As their songs became anthems, a testament to the power of this.
With every strum and every beat, they defied the hands of time,
Each chord, each note, a symbol of a life in rhyme.
Their passion never faded, their hearts forever young,
Glastonbury was their playground, where their souls truly sung.
Amidst the cheers and laughter, I couldn’t help but smile,
Witnessing the magic of rock stars who’ve traveled miles.
For in their presence, we found a connection so profound,
An eternal bond through music, a love that knows no bound.
So let the aging rock stars rock on, their spirits unrestrained,
Glastonbury becomes a stage where memories are ingrained.
Their legacy lives on, in our hearts forevermore,
For in their timeless melodies, we find joy and so much more.
The Poems I Never Wrote 