Southern Man
My idol died in a plane crash
(some forty years ago)
yet here I sit reminiscing
imagining how much more
should have been accomplished
Perhaps I’m thinking it all wrong
as I sit here backspacing
collecting dark thoughts
and listening to the blues
I keep telling myself I ain’t
going anywhere anytime soon
but truth be told my idol knows
much better than I ever will
Adjusting to continual change
(as well as latitudes & attitudes)
I stick with kentucky whiskey
reworking decades old lyrics
and booking chartered flights
october two thousand eighteen
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Music always tells us more than we will ever know. Echoes of life lived or let go.
oh yes indeed ~ thank you for sharing your thoughts on this one, Olga.