Memories

                     Memories
                                      by:  The Showman's Poet
                                              Riley Lincoln
                                              West Palm Beach, FL
                                              May, 2011

Many players have walked under the awnings thru the years,
and many of them were brought to tears.
It was all fun and games
but everything is not the same.
Life was in the fast lane
even with a foot of rain.

If you put up a carnival
the people would come.
They let you get in their pockets,
their money would go like rockets.
It was lots of fun
and sometimes we had to run.

But there was always another town
right down the road;
and, with luck, it was a town
we never showed.
We would turn all the girls around,
bag up the money, then leave town.

Of course there was whiskey and booze
and even the cocaine blues.
It was rocking and rambling at its best,
we never needed any rest.

When the stars came out at night
and shined down real bright,
and the moon was right,
we were the sinners of the night.

There was nothing we couldn't do
and nothing we didn't do.
The devil had our soul
and he wouldn't let go.

We all had a home
but we all chose to roam.
We knew we couldn't last
because we were going too fast.

But there were a few of us
who made it through all the lust.
Now we sit back, pour a drink,
look up in the sky and realize....

It's come to an end and,
yes, we would do it all again.