Star Dust
The Star Theater is no more,
Its building's been torn down,
The memories that it helped create,
Earned it widespread renown.
Watching movies showed the way,
To every moviegoer,
How good guys took the upper road,
And bad guys took the lower.
How westerns and the musicals,
Each offered different themes,
But all wound up about the same,
Stirring young folks' dreams.
The romance and the action,
The stuntwork and the drama,
From when the hero first arrives,
To the villain's final trauma.
Nothing better Saturday night,
When horror films scared us all,
Wondering just what we would do,
If werewolves came to call.
The Star did shine its brightest,
When a person's dream was shown,
That they could one day also star,
In a movie of their own.
But for now, the Star is snuffed,
Though the good times will live on,
From the minds of all who went,
Fond memories will be drawn.
Memories of friends and dates,
Memories of movies past,
Memories of the best of times,
Memories that will last.
