You can die young, or get old and watch everyone you know die. It’s a crummy choice, and insult to injury, the choice is made for you, anyway. Everyone works it out as best they can.
I can hear you calling my name
Or somebody’s whispering
That sounds like you
I can see you standing in the shade
The sun is glistening
And it’s blinding my view
I can feel your touch on my face
I remember kissing you
For the first time
I can sense you just out of fray
And I’ll be reminiscin’
For the rest of my life
Never loved anyone
I never loved anybody
But you Baby
Never been lucky baby
I never bet winners
But I’ll never say never again
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It was easy getting old. The hard part has been staying old.
This may sound odd, but, I went to a surf school in Costa Rica in February. The proprietor is American, and opened up shop 16 years ago. He looks very much like Mr. McLagan does, now, but, I am sure in his prime, he was something to behold. He still performed every evening after dinner..the same drunkin surf dude routine, that I am sure he did earnestly in the beginning. As one of the older of the group…it kind of made me sad. He was doing the best he could… getting older.