
What are the pleasures of old age?
Worse, what will go first: Hearing? Eyesight?
Sitting cross-legged in the dark, eyes closed
Demitasse of espresso
Close by, on the floor
Placing the ear buds and blasting the R&R
From my iPOD Shuffle
Clicking through each beginning riff
Here is Heart’s riff going crazy on me
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Here is Clapton’s riff as he gets down on his knees
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Here is Hendrix’s riff as he spins a Dylan song into musical history
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Here is Ronstadt’s riff wondering when she will be loved
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Here is Joplin’s riff with nothing left to lose
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Here is Jim Morrison’s riff, anagrammed Mr. Mojo Rising
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Here is Deep Purple’s riff as the smoke engulfs the water
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❤ Music and coffee, the pleasures of old age ❤
© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Maiden, Mother and Mage: A Day of Poetry
REPOSTED FOR SELF-ENCOURAGEMENT AS I LEARN TO PLAY THE UKULELE 🙂