She cuts a classy figure
Stood alone at the microphone
But she considers her life a failure thus far
Always sings her heart out
With impressive range and tone
Her efforts wasted on another empty bar
Friends and family praise her
But seldom come to hear her sing
She has gotten older going grey
Yet stubbornly; naively
She still clings to her aspiration
That she might still make the big time one day
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Just an old songstress toiling away
Still dreaming little dreams of fame some day
She feels like a no one; a nonentity
But she will always be a star to me
Often in a daydream
Her life story on page and screen
Rehearsing fantasy interviews all day long
Back to Earth and melancholy but determined to go on
To lose herself in the rapture of the midst of song
Just an old songstress toiling away
Still dreaming little dreams of fame some day
She feels like a no one; a nonentity
But she will always be a star
She will always be a star
She will always be a star to me
© 2016 Paul Curtis