“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”― Robert Frost
I'm continuing this morning with a short series of posts that feature our elder poet/philosopher/songwriter folks. It is a prestigious chorus that includes Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Kris Kristofferson, John Prine, and Guy Clark.
Today, I'm thinking about John Prine. In today's video, he sings: "You know that old trees just grow stronger and old rivers grow wilder every day/ Old people just grow lonesome waiting for someone to say: 'Hello in there. Hello'". The song is both a lament and an instruction.
(Alert: I'm going to climb up on my soapbox for about one nanosecond). It sucks big time that we live in an upside down culture that turns pre-teens into sex objects and fails to honor the wisdom and gifts of those among us who have crashed or crawled through all the crazy shit this world can throw at you and lived to tell the tale. Thankfully, these songwriters are telling the tale.
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