https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hYiY1vOOVw
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with a name,
The raven himself croaks the entrance
Of any and all who dare step upon
The toes of the rich and famous.
The old man sat under the awning
The traffic beeps, shouting good morning
He turns his hearing aid down a notch
As an old Dylan song blasts the morning chill.
A mother dresses her son, his lunch ready
His homework bulging in his backpack
Her thoughts a thousand miles away
To a man who promised love for servitude.
The man in the newspaper shop is crying
Its all too much he wails as he sinks to the floor
The music has died, the songs gone to crap
Where have all those flowers gone.
A whole generation pissing in the wind
Others settled in strawberry field, forgot up from down
The lost and lonely found solace in smoking their end
And humpty dumpty was Mary’s love child.
In the end he asks does it matter
Where we come from, where we go
We repeat the sins of the past with gay abandon
We are the product of the puppet kings.
Morpethroad 
I would have liked to listen to the music whilst reading your words, but couldn’t. 😟 I did enjoy this Mike, had a bit of everything.
Thanks Jen that’s what I thought of when i was listening to the song…..hope you are having a good day…
Love where our brains take us 😊 Bit bored but okay ..
WOW, Michael–you packed this full and rich!
Thank you J, its how the prompt moved me today…..
woven in a good sprinkling of oldies so cleverly
Thanks Laura, glad you noticed them. Have a good day.
“In the desert, they don’t remember your name.” (America, Horse with No Name)
They’ll remember yours — too good a write to be forgotten!
Thanks for reading.Glad you got tat reference, there are in fact a few. Have a good day.
“You did cleverly hid a few more — first line had me looking for them,” she said with a smile.
That’s a great blog name you have BTW….
Such a feeling of hopelessness. Great take on the prompt.
Thanks Debi appreciate you stopping by.
A shot right to the cockels of my heart! Love the style, images, colors.. could go on for hours 🙂 Reminds me of songs performed by Small Faces in their album, Ogdens Nut Flake (1968)
Thank you so much, enjoyed this one looking forward to today’s prompt…