Classic Rock Poem

Hey I wrote this Poem for my Creative Writing Class and figured why not share it here.

Gimme Shelter he said. For a storm is threatening. After all, it was just a shot away.

He was no Fortunate Son. Some folks are born to wave the flag. And he would always say It Ain’t Me.

What was he Though? A Rider on The Storm, Some Killer on the road that would kill you if you gave that man a ride.

To navigate through this life. He followed the teachings of great ones like Baba O’Riley.  But no matter what he was stuck in this teenage wasteland.

There was a woman he liked. He would told her that he needed The

Sunshine of Your Love. He had been waiting so long.

It was long ago though. Just a Purple Haze.  Is it tomorrow or the end of time?

But he was lacking meaning.  Going through Life Like a Rolling Stone. With No Direction Home.

But like anyone else. He had Good Times, Bad Times. But he would always say no Matter how hard I try, I find my way into the same old jam.

But he was looking for something. A House of The Rising Sun

He walked into such a sad time at the station, In a White Room with Black Curtains

But, For What It’s Worth, It’s time we stop and look what’s going down