When the daunting middle age came I expected to struggle with wrinkles on my face, and the aches and pains of working laborious jobs for 30 years. I knew that I would profoundly mourn the loss of my son’s childhood innocence, with pride they grew up so amazing but longing for a time that would never be again. I expected these changes. Now that I am fully present in time over 45 years, I find…

When the daunting middle age came I expected to struggle with wrinkles on my face, and the aches and pains of working laborious jobs for 30 years. I knew that I would profoundly mourn the loss of my son’s childhood innocence, with pride they grew up so amazing but longing for a time that would never be again. I expected these changes. Now that I am fully present in time over 45 years, I find…

Has every lyric been written? Every word been spoken? Have I lost the magic pen that wrote the Rhythm, Or am I broken? At this age have I lost, Every note that I long, To spread through my fingertips , Those with which I can no longer feel. What am I too scared to become? With any moment being too real Too long. In the sun it burns, Only my past scars from within, This cancer it…