Sure, I sit here, too, in the middle of your night, thankful that my soon-to-move noisy neighbors have not disrupted my life yet again.
And as John wrote, I also watch the wheels keep turning ’round, because, at almost 66, I am classified by most of the world as OLD…to be forgotten, and gotten rid of, apparently.
Shoot…wasn’t it only yesterday I lost my youngest son?
It sure seems to be…not 15 and a half years.
And wasn’t it only yesterday I lost my dear Dad?
It sure seems to be…not over 17 and a half years.
I’m sure it was only yesterday I lost my Mother?
It cannot be 30 years now, can it?
Or 12 years, since my dear older son has been gone?
It seems so, so like yesterday.
A Sunday, Wednesday, Friday…or
Just another Monday.
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Paul McCartney wrote this for John Lennon, just as I wrote the above for my family now lost.