Memories

He sits calmly with his smile,
Peacefully listening to Billy’s soft smooth voice,
Liquid gold,
Its flow so pure
Calming the mind
Allowing memories of past days remembrance,
Of youth taken for granted but now just a dream

Jazz is number one
He often tells me so,
Summertime his favorite song,
Looking inward as he listens
Perhaps reliving his younger days
A time when the song was popular.
He was young
Playing his violin during the day,
Jazz clubs at night,
Sipping with friends
Perhaps smoking,
Laughing,
Sharing ideas and arguing in jest,
The time flying by
Until the last song was played
The lights came on evening done.

His inner light is still bright,
Strong,
Virile,
Though his body betrays him
As will happen to all lucky to live so long.
Still in no hurry
The love of life strong
Holding on as long as he can
For as he says
We are hear for such a short time.