Thirty six years ago, I was 17
Merrily, merrily, life was still a dream.
But time has a way of sharing harsh realities
Awakening a slumbering soul
Bringing me to my knees.
Twenty seven years ago, is half my life away,
Sitting in my wasteland, wondering why life wouldn't go my way.
I came from a big family, now, I had none.
She had moved far away, with my only son.
"Life is a strange and complicated place to be", she used to sing.
Now she wouldn't even dare wear my ring.
Thought that time would once again find us in each other's arms,
But you cannot make a hardened heart
responsive to your charms.
17 years ago, I was thirty six.
Divorced from my second wife,
needing a quick fix.
I remembered my own Dad, when he was 39.
My life was nothing like his.
There goes the time.
Just 7 years ago, I was 46.
My son now 25, time is moving quick.
My own Dad left this earth when I was 41.
20 years of unforgiveness, in one day, undone.
Here in 2018, I am now 54.
In love with the girl of my dreams.
Yes, sometimes they still come true, it seems.
I miss the ones that I've lost along the way.
Some people come into your life
but they just can't stay.
Death or distraction, either way they're gone
Leaving us with memories and time to travel on.
Others we lose contact with
for many, many years.
Then, when re-introduced, here come the tears.
We'll share a plate and a glass, talkin' 'bout old plans.
Schools and cliques and plans we had
before wrinkles hit these hands.
Times and Rhymes, faces and places
things that fill our hearts,
barely scratching the surface....
but it's a start!