GOLD STAR by Tom Jensen
You can shave your head
You can paint your face
You can get tattoos all over the place
You can wear white leather
You can wear black lace
But somewhere along the way
You’ll lose your place
What was the message
That you were trying to get across?
In all this nonsense
It must have got lost
The skirts are getting higher
As the standards are going down
Chart toppers of today
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Tomorrow are no longer around
All those padded pockets
They’re all skipping town
By the time you get to read this
The master will have gone
A funeral will come and go
As time will have traveled on
The torch will have to be carried too
The line forms to the right
Half the people will say good morning
The others will good night
I will say nothing
My words speak for them self
Either I will be placed on a pedestal
Or on some dusty shelf
I have already reached myself
I simply get a gold star
If I enter the mind of someone else
When the sun starts to shine
‘Tis end of the night
Means that it is almost time for bed
But before I rest my pen
Before I rest my head
A lesson taught
Is a lesson learned
A candle is put out
So another may burn