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- Being in My Sixties
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This new year the numerals don’t make sense.
The sixties were just the other day.
In all the films, the sixties soundtrack plays great rock.
But I remember Ms Atwell and Mrs Mills
With dreary, happy tunes and crooners too.
The Beatles came as a glad shock.
The world now was an open door.
We knew we could go through it.
My father’s years were far more distant
At least two hundred, maybe more.
His ‘now’ a foreign land. In black and white
And faded colours too.
This current ‘now’ seems so strange.
The new doubts and new certainties
Leave me sad and insecure.
- COMMENTS
Oldbear63almost 10 years agoThe Beatles came as a glad shock - even in the world of be-bob. Funny thing - now i find myself spending much more time with music from my fathers time - and understanding how he felt about our 50's and 60's music. Huh. Does that make me even older?
HoneyAdoredalmost 10 years agoI have come to the conclusion that time is reversely proportional to age, the older you are the quicker time passes.
I am currently empathising and wishing I could turn back the clock. A lovely and touching lament
5ed
todski28almost 10 years agoAnd references sent me googling thanks for the snapshot and lamentation clear day. 5ed
Trixareforkidsalmost 10 years agoNice reminisce and lament. Brought to mind Serena Ryder's song Just Another Day.
