OLDIES

Sitting on this cloudy day
beyond the panes where squirrels play;
I hardly pay them any heed
none of their antics played at high speed.

For I'm immersed in sixties songs
of love and fear, of rights and wrongs
that carry me back to the time
when I'd not written a single rhyme.

Back to friends no longer here
Back to my first taste of beer
Back to youth lived wild and free
Back to discovering the real me.

I close my eyes I'm almost there
with that young girl with whom I'd share
a life time of joys and sorrows,
all my yesterdays , all my tomorrows.

I think of those who have loved me
that time has shed like leaves from a tree
till now very few rattle in the wind
as they and I approach our end.

I sit listening, remembering
as guitars strum the ghosts sing
taking me back to that lost place.
Why,now, do tears stream down my face?