1949 (with audio)

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And now for something a little different…

My father was born in 1949 
He played the drums in his youth 
He had long hair in his 20s and embraced life as a hippie –  
I think having kids destroyed his carefree spirit

He was still funny 
life of the party 
but our home was full of stress and anxiety 
Trying 
always trying to be more extraordinary than his life allowed

I remember when my dad started saying his parents were acting odd 
I was ten 
“They’re getting old,” I’d hear him say 
Now it’s his turn
saying odd things thinking they are funny (they’re not) 
saying says things that make me cringe

I look at him 
in his shrinking frame  
speaking politically incorrect words 
with conspiracies in his head 
I say to myself, “He’s getting old, 
and that’ll be you one day too”

PS – My father was not born in 1949 😉 Poetic licence at its finest.

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