The Old Man plays guitar
in the same way he always has.
His hands have grown stronger.
Fingers wrap around the fretboard
as comfortably as lovers lips
kissing in the dark.
He is older, frailer.
The sound he divines
is the soul of immortality,
the sound of life lived
adventurously.
Monday, January 30, 2012
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