I enjoyed this. I'm 65, and I have seen a lot of friends pass away, and that part is sad. You have to look for the bright spots, the good things in life.
I like your treatment of the topic. The Slayer images slay. Something about concerts. Really shows us our age. At 53, I feel it. "Where's the noose?" I wrote a similar theme in Crickets.
Aging gracefully is an art. You’re pulling it off with one of the more tolerable aches: panache
I enjoyed this. I'm 65, and I have seen a lot of friends pass away, and that part is sad. You have to look for the bright spots, the good things in life.
I'm glad you did, John! And thank you :-)
I find our obsession with inevitable ageing and death at the cost of valuing the infinite possibility of our limited lives both amusing and tragic.
I like your treatment of the topic. The Slayer images slay. Something about concerts. Really shows us our age. At 53, I feel it. "Where's the noose?" I wrote a similar theme in Crickets.
Such a beautiful closing paragraph. The subtle hint of cheekiness woven through it (as usual) made it even better.
Thank you, Thejus. It's always gratifying when people notice the small things 🙏🏽😊
Super one! As an almost-49-year-old, this struck a chord. A Gm7b9b5 to be precise. Glorious writing, cheers.
Thanks, Bruce!