roots

From My Roots……….


Places to go
People to see
At least that's how it used to be
Now with tired body
That won't obey
Orders from my incisive mind
Now I live my life thru my computer
Or rummaging thru the remnants of my memory
The crumpled back pages of my history
No more days on a rush hour train
Busting a gut for 10 hours work
As I get older
So I get slower
And as I slow
Life gets faster
It's a white-knuckle ride
Often traveled against the tide
Do I need it?
Do I hell
So sitting on my morning bed
I smile at thoughts of life that's gone before
Good times
Bad times
Drunk or sober
Days of glory
Days of error
People I no longer see
Once you're gone you're soon forgotten
Out of sight, out of mind
Would I go back & turn things round?
Maybe yes
Maybe no
But I got a yen
And two itchy feet
Matched with
Memories from deep inside
Seem to rise out of the blue
I wanna see my roots
The fertile earth
That made me
I've gotta car
A fold of banknotes
And that mandatory plastic
I wanna find those
Great adventures of my youth
Seeking every corner I could find
Discovering life in History City
Old world treasures
And
New world strengths
Relive the concrete
See the myriad faces
Witness yet again
The smells & sounds
Rumbling trains
Roaring traffic
Pigeons in Trafalgar Square
Cavalry at Buck House
Alien tongues in old Soho
Bolognese
Vindaloo
Fish & chips
And
Malted barley
Mixed with
Roasted Hops
Emanate
From a mass of pubs
Oh joy of joy
My mother tongue excites
And fills the air
To mingle with the Blues
And it's progeny of
Rock & Roll
That lifted us high
In those 60s days & nights
JLH sang of Dusty Roads
And
House Rent Blues
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lead to the Crossroads
And up the Stairway To Heaven
And all the time I graduated
From the University of Life
Made me street legal in
A world of making films
All good fun
Paid good money
Better than a regular job
But an outlet for creative skills
Onwards, upwards thru the years
60s, 70s, 80s, 90s,
And now it's gone
Taken up by younger hands
And new ideas
So now I smile
And miss old friends
From on the road
In edit suites
And studios
Some with names half forgotten
Some with faces sharply focused
So here I am
Three score years this inner child
But acting half my age
Another dose of rock & roll
One more beer
to
Lubricate a cigarette
&
Loosen up a few more memories


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