06-21-2015, 11:44 PM
I guess it must be true, I got a card. Says I'm ninety-two.
I'm not gonna say "What happened, how'd I get here?"
I know how I got here, but I'm not tellin'.
Some guys died before I got chance to make'em friends;
you know, old friends is what I mean. Old friends.
I'll tell you how I got here. I got old. Bit by bit.
Some people die while they get old. Not me.
I asked asked Billy once, about getting old, he was...
I forget exactly...but he was still young. He was older than me,
so I guess I listened to him. He's dead now but he said
he couldn't die young. Oh yes, now I remember. Sixty three.
I thought that was old but Billy said he felt about eighteen.
I guess that's how it feels when you're sixty...sixty-three, he was.
I was eighteen. Billy died growing old. Not me. I'm ninety-two
but I sure as hell don't feel like I felt when I was eighteen;
maybe thirty. Yea. I feel like I'm thirty. Thing is,
I'm slowing down. Socks...yea. Socks are difficult.
Got a lady comes in and helps me with my socks.
Don't know if she comes every day. If I ain't wearing socks
by supper, she didn't call round. I'm sockless today
so she mustn't have called but sometimes I get my own on.
Socks, that is...then I get cramps...and I'm slowing down.
I know this...doesn't matter how slow you walk,
it's the damned road that's movin' on. You go to sleep
in the garden seat...when you wake up you're back indoors.
I didn't plan on being ninety-two. Or maybe I did,
but it was a bad plan. You have to plan; listen, you have to plan.
One day, you might wake up in the garden seat. Warm,
it'll be warm. Dark, maybe. Not like night, though.
Funny, it's never like night. I sleep good. In my sleep
it's always daytime. I dream of Billy sometimes.
He told me once that he felt like he was eighteen.
Can't say, though, if I was dreaming or not.
If I really think about it I get tired, but I'm ninety-two...
tectak 2015
I'm not gonna say "What happened, how'd I get here?"
I know how I got here, but I'm not tellin'.
Some guys died before I got chance to make'em friends;
you know, old friends is what I mean. Old friends.
I'll tell you how I got here. I got old. Bit by bit.
Some people die while they get old. Not me.
I asked asked Billy once, about getting old, he was...
I forget exactly...but he was still young. He was older than me,
so I guess I listened to him. He's dead now but he said
he couldn't die young. Oh yes, now I remember. Sixty three.
I thought that was old but Billy said he felt about eighteen.
I guess that's how it feels when you're sixty...sixty-three, he was.
I was eighteen. Billy died growing old. Not me. I'm ninety-two
but I sure as hell don't feel like I felt when I was eighteen;
maybe thirty. Yea. I feel like I'm thirty. Thing is,
I'm slowing down. Socks...yea. Socks are difficult.
Got a lady comes in and helps me with my socks.
Don't know if she comes every day. If I ain't wearing socks
by supper, she didn't call round. I'm sockless today
so she mustn't have called but sometimes I get my own on.
Socks, that is...then I get cramps...and I'm slowing down.
I know this...doesn't matter how slow you walk,
it's the damned road that's movin' on. You go to sleep
in the garden seat...when you wake up you're back indoors.
I didn't plan on being ninety-two. Or maybe I did,
but it was a bad plan. You have to plan; listen, you have to plan.
One day, you might wake up in the garden seat. Warm,
it'll be warm. Dark, maybe. Not like night, though.
Funny, it's never like night. I sleep good. In my sleep
it's always daytime. I dream of Billy sometimes.
He told me once that he felt like he was eighteen.
Can't say, though, if I was dreaming or not.
If I really think about it I get tired, but I'm ninety-two...
tectak 2015