No beach to play on
Since you are gone
No field to run in
I’m all alone
No holding hands
While the movie is on
No room for heroes
Now that we’re grown
No land of make believe
No Mouseketeers
No Sesame lyrics
To plague our ears
No snow at Christmas
Santa has gone
No room for heroes
Now that we’ve grown
No silver sunshine
Shining on me
No golden key chain
To set me free
No where to run
Yet still I go on
No room for heroes
Now we have grown
No flowers for you
No bells to chime
No school boy love notes
I’ve got no time
No more of your life
And as for my own
No room for heroes
Now that we’re grown
No beach to walk on
No time to share
No need to be happy
I no longer care
No time for you now
I’m all alone
No room for heroes
Now we are grown
G. M. Lupo (ISNI: 0000 0005 0315 9196) is a native of Atlanta, Georgia where he has always had a dysfunctional relationship with his hometown. His most recent published work is the story collection Reconstruction (2020), part of his series of Atlanta Stories, which includes Fables of the New South (2017). Along with his novel, Rebecca, Too (2018), and his full-length play Another Mother, these constitute his Expanded Universe of Fictional Atlanta. He has also released a collection of essays, poetry, and stories entitled Words Words Words (2020).
He was the winner of the 2017 Essential Theatre Play Writing Award for Another Mother which had its world premiere in his home neighborhood of West End in August 2017, in the building that once housed the library where he learned to read as a child.
View all posts by G. M. Lupo
