a fair wind over my shoulder



keyhole

I feel old


I'm not complaining


I have a happy life 

and I celebrate every birthday with great joy

I'm just saying

I feel old

in my younger days

i danced barefoot on the beach

and walked up wooded paths in the moonlight

i do that still

 I look at the world I grew up in through a key hole

So many of those who shaped me

are on the other side

and one day I will join them

but now I live in a world that is rapidly becoming unfamiliar

my music is dying

my poets, my teachers, even the way I form letters has gone...


one day I will peep through the key hole and see that

everything and everyone I knew is there

I am not so very old yet

but tonight

i feel old

It's not a sad thing

and I don't feel bad

I am privileged  to have lived in such an amazing time

It's such a beautiful ride



WOODEN SHIPS
exerts
by Paul Kantner, David Crosby and Stephen Stills


Wooden ships on the water very free and easy
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talking 'bout very free and easy

Go take your sister then by the hand
Lead her away from the foreign land
Far away where we might laugh again
We are leaving you don't need us

And it's a fair wind 
blowin' warm out of the south over my shoulder

guess I'll set a course and go


Comments

  1. Denise29/01/2016, 12:55

    this is beautiful.

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  2. Susie Clevenger29/01/2016, 13:05

    Bye Bye Miss American pie...the day the music died...That song seems to fit what has occurred this January. Poignant look back in this piece. So many things are changing and so much remains in us of all we've seen, heard and lived. Lovely write! Thanks so much for taking part in the prompt.

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  3. Cloudia29/01/2016, 13:24

    Very wise post I might sign too!

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  4. Tamar SB29/01/2016, 15:20

    You have such a way with words.

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  5. Brenda @ Its A Beautiful Life29/01/2016, 18:05

    A poignant pause as I read your post today.

    Wishing you a peaceful weekend...
    Brenda

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  6. Gillena Cox29/01/2016, 18:33

    ah yes we must be thankful for our era (✿◠‿◠)

    much love...

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  7. nashvillecats229/01/2016, 22:22

    I rely enjoyed this, wonderful to read.
    Yvonne.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-Wade29/01/2016, 22:35

    This has such a peaceful feel, I get that it's not a sad thing, but simply a reflection on past and future, plus a touch of nostalgia.

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  9. Carol Campbell30/01/2016, 08:13

    Your poetic reflections moved me!

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  10. Margaret30/01/2016, 22:50

    "So many of those who shaped me

    are on the other side" What a unique way to use keyhole - Lovely poem!

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  11. Sue31/01/2016, 12:50

    I've been thinking of your poem for two days now. It captures, pretty perfectly, just this moment in my life and has brought me a bit of clarity and comfort. Thank you for sharing it here. ♥

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  12. Ariadne31/01/2016, 13:45

    Touched! I just celebrated my 50th birthday!That's how I feel!AriadnefromGreece!

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