Thursday, June 30, 2016

Don't Get Around Much

Rock'n'roll was young and we were innocent. Time changes everything. These days I pay for broken glass and my innocence is back. Those old records open like some mysterious geode and show me all the beautiful memories wrestling for precious space in the temporal lobe.

Never one to dread growing old, I can't say that I ever looked forward to it, either. Really, I just never saw it coming. I never learned much but I remember plenty. I have few regrets and I have a full heart.

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