My Tribute to Michael
Because I had parents who loved me
I have lived beyond reach, outside of me, beyond days that chased me closer to the night, but still not a part of it. My battered shoes have carried me down streets I’ll never walk again, through towns I can’t remember, or left under beds in musty rooms.
When I came home, I heard a lady in the village library whisper to her friend: He’s making money now, surely he can afford a better kind of shoe. Ah, but that’s the thing — money is earned for comfort’s sake. I’m comfortable in old things. There’s too much newness in people’s lives.
Whatever message I have is woven into the texture of my stories or songs — plain though they may be. All life’s schedules have been met, I’m free to write new songs, sing the old, and recapture those that escaped or grew and went off on their own.
The only lies I tell these days are those I tell about myself.
No map helped Michael or I find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, or fields without mean fences. We simply rolled down the other side of life in the sureness of knowing ourselves. Time, in the end, only made us rugged, ragged round the edges, but I know and understand that being ourselves was the surest way to life’s success.
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