two hearts that beat as one...rip

Richard and Elizabeth

It's true that the life of one can best be deciphered with the dark days of another.  A man truly dreams to find a place in the corner of a room to find a reason why?  While a woman finds the center of the room to be the universe of the man who quietly watches her serenade his heart.  In Richard we found Shakesperean tragedy while in Elizabeth we found comedy.  The great truth to this love was what was lost.  This hurt will hurt no more never more apparent in two people.  A spirit that builds and grows like ivy on the chapel walls of a heart.
If this is my sonnet to life then let it be deciphered for the absence of drink.  For his drunkard life can unly grow in the womb of his soul.  Such a thing called dreaming and hope in that clouds full of rain will wash away the dirt from these scars.  When Richard pledged his love it was indeed eternal and yet mortal.  Therefore when Elizabeth pledged her eternal love it was mortal.  Two souls...one great love.  A story to remain untold and never to truly be understood unless one could survive such a comedy of tragic proportions.
Shakespear only wished he could have written this act in the everlasting life of love.

Dear old age look what you have done to us...

Today I looked in the mirror and became acutely aware of the shadows that overwhelm the passing of time.  It is now official, I have become one of them!  It was only yesterday that I would sit and point at the 27 year olds and think to myself, “wow they are so ancient.”   Arguments with Mom and Dad about them not understanding kids now a days.  The music that would blister my ear drums in disgust has now become my swan song for meditation.

What a travesty that for the rest of my life kids will look at me with a disdain and they will either appreciate the authentic nature of my existence or offer me a Senior Citizen Discount.  Okay, I can lie and tell everyone that since my life exist because of wine then surely that is my being.  It only gets better with time.  Of course, that’s it, I only get better with time.  Mirror, mirror on that magical wall what have you done with all of these years?  What are these white follicles coming out of my head?

Walking through my son’s school it was interesting to see those children looking and staring at me as some sort of prized possession.  “I bet you he was born 100 years ago.”  “What gives with the hair?”  The sick sense of being disrobed with eyes that only a vulture could snatch from the sky.  My time had arrived, I am now my father.  Someone please buy me a drink!

I look at my wardrobe and smile at the antiquated nature of it and please understand that I use this word because there is no shame to hide the fact that I still own a 1991 Van Halen T-Shirt.  Michael J Fox will always be Michael Keaton and the Facts of Life girls will never be hot.  However Heather Thomas will never be confused with Heather Locklear, and we all know Who shot JR!

So what does one contemplate now?  Walking into a bar the girls don’t look at me with a sense of awe, instead they ask me for the name of my daughter so they can go get her from the bathroom.  There was a time where the ‘witching hour’ was king, and the come on line was simple and sweet.  Now the simple appreciation of a beautiful women, can get me arrested for indecency.

Yes, Father time is here and instead of contemplating down town, I wonder, quietly albeit, if the Bingo Parlor is happening.  At least the jokes of this generation will be something along the line, “Who is Bruce Springsteen?  Or who would name a band Ratt?  What is a Motley Crue?”  These the songs that guided my path to rebellion are now being played sans vocals as the dreaded elevator music.  

Life does have a sense of humor though, each generation trying in vain to leave a mark on the next one.  In this lifetime, Nickelback will be Van Halen and its excess, Jett will attempt to be school boys in shorts thinking its all about a power source.  While there will never be another U2, who will replace Depeche Mode?  Rather who will aspire to be great?  

Maybe we will look at Little Wayne and think he is Lionel Ritche?  Nah!  As I get older, please offer me the Senior Citizen Discount but the youth that we will so depend on remember one thing, been there and done that.  The knowledge and wisdom I leave behind for you to learn, is Jose Cuervo does not apologize to anyone!  

In closing, to you my friends that find yourself looking at the miles of time that accentuate your beauty.  Our time is now, we can relish the fact that tomorrow our children will have to learn the valuable lesson of life.  We can give them wisdom and we can steer them but they will never know what it was like to Party like its 1999.