I’ve been admitted to the hospital 3 times in the last months, 6 times in the last 5 years. Makes one ponder mortality, it does. Which isn’t such a bad thing unless you are 21. Indeed, it makes you focus on what’s important to you. Like these girls, (whom you can see are not of unconsiderable talents) the beauty of music, and the potential power of words.
So here I am
Alone at last
Swaying to the angels singing
Sweetly, Days of Future Past
I can’t forgive
The things I’ve seen, the men I’ve been,
As we tripped down the moonlight mile.
And if I never see your face again
The memories won’t fade
There’s a brilliant kind of clarity
In in the history that we made.
I’ll toss my soul
Upon the pyre
And trust to our redemption
In the silvery cleansing fire
That blazes through
All time and chance
And fires the sacred crucible
Of hard core circumstance
Though you never were the martyr
And I never was the saint
Nor criminal intent
Damned if we are, damned if we ain’t
Just give me ten more years to fix the things I’ve broken
And leave my voice to take back every word ill spoken.
This getting old
isn’t for sissies