Unaltered Endings     The blind prospects of change are in the air Like a dusty wind Blowing thru a sleepy ghost town   Awakening dead legends there.   Forgotten now and forsaken They roam aimlessly thru the streets   Drifting in and out of saloons And jaihouses   Looking for reminders of the old days.   Still trying to buy happiness With fool's gold.   Outside a boarded up motel There's a sign that reads:   "Welcome. Free Rooms For Rent To Lonely Spirits. Please Check Your Pain At The Door And Mosey On In."   Within an abandoned bar room Are the phantom sounds Of voices, coins jingling shattered glasses and gun shots   As the shades Of former Cowboys Sit around and play cards Tell stories   And whisper words Into the ears of the living.   What do they say?   They tell us to wind back the clocks To recapture the glory of yesteryear Before the past can catch up to us."     ©2008 Dwayne Pagnotto