Late here in Tex-ass, spent the day writing and a bit of time with Joe Green on the phone. He and I chatted like we always do “The best of friends” for such a long moment. I am an orphan now dad last year mother this year. Joe been one longer than I. His parents have been gone several years now. It seems we are becoming orphans now in our age bracket. I never really knew my parents they were too wrapped up in their lives to bother with mine. As I got older, I got wrapped up in my life and never had time for my parent’s life’s.
Once I was seven years old, my mama told me "Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely" Once I was seven years old.
I am siting quietly in my home office reading. Lukas Graham - 7 Years plays ever so softly in the quiet of the night. The book Norwegian Wood, a 1987 novel by Haruki Murakami. A 37-year-old Toru Watanabe has just arrived in Hamburg, Germany. When he hears an orchestral cover of the Beatles' song "Norwegian Wood", …
Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me "Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely" Once I was eleven years old
There is a paragraph in the book that seems to sum up how I feel as of late. Except when I write about my youth for my up-coming book The Neighborhood Gang. The tough part of the book is the fond sadness my memories cast down upon me and make me realize my time is moving quicker toward the future.
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told Before the morning sun, when life was lonely Once I was twenty years old
Back in the day we never worried about tomorrow or yesterday. No, we worried about the day and sometimes just the moment we were in. There was always tomorrow yes always tomorrow we would get it done.
I'm still learning about life My woman brought children for me So I can sing them all my songs And I can tell them stories Most of my boys are with me Some are still out seeking glory And some I had to leave behind My brother, I'm still sorry
The quote from the book jumps out at me as I read it again and again.
“And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.” ―, Norwegian Wood
Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? Soon I'll be sixty years old ~ Lukas Graham - 7 Years