April 5th Old Friends

 

5^th April     Old Friends

 

I discovered music in 1970

Well,

It had always been around,

From Cliff to the sixties sound.

But three LP’s I bought

With my first monthly wage,

Included Bookends;

And I musically came of age.

 

Loved it.

Still do.

The cover’s stained and faded

But the vinyl, it still plays well

I sang along, knew every word

In my world, my little shell.

My books, my music, they defined me.

 

Now 50 plus years later

‘Old Friends’, an old friend,

Becomes somewhat poignant.

I won’t be sitting on a park bench

On my birthday;

(And I won’t need a winter overcoat in June)

But how terribly strange,

It will be,

To be 70.