Histrionics

Edit the song!
Edit the script!
Undo the wrong,
Undo the damage done,
To my heart
That which was ripped and torn
And flutters in the wind
Like a fading flag
On the streets of a forgotten city
Where the wind blows and howls
Like an old man
Recycling old jokes
And chatting with friends
Vapors in the wind . . .