January 31, 2011

When I'm ⅬⅩⅤ ♬

…Learn to work the saxaphone 
play just what you feel
drink Scotch whiskey all night long…
                                                         
-adopted from Steely Dan's "Deacon Blues"

1 comment:

Charles said...

Thank you, kind friend.

A rather personal reflection on this my ‘umpteenth’ birthday-

Why is it people rarely know their bliss
Until by loss or leaving, it is gone?

Want nothing that they have, till, losing it.
And, beckoned by illusion-ever on?

Thus, I attempt to use my slender wit,
Upon the pattern of my own affairs.
And why I strain my senses to distill
The last, faint flavor of each transient day,
An active mind and spirit shall fulfill
All thoughts, all quests, all feelings while they may.