Dave Fuglewicz, Georgia's answer to just about everything, interprets my poem on age and its uses.
lyrics
In the old days I was young
But it’s not like the old days
The days are the same
But I am old
And my house of cards wants to fall and fold
The heart that was hot, it has grown cold
The world I knew has passed away
Gone for good…it makes me sad
But like my Mom and my Dad
So much has gone for good
And the wind that blew in the hope of change
Has changed direction and become strange
Like the people on the streets - I see as shapes
Not even human - just ghosts and fakes
The world I knew has passed away
Gone for good…it makes me sad
But like my Mom and my Dad
So much has gone for good
No way back but through my heart
But that way of light has fallen dark
It’s all falling like them leaves I wrote
My life is a book, you are welcome to write in it
Try to give this flesh back its spirit
In the promised land that breaks its promise
I forget to forgive and never write the will to live
The demons are all gone, what’s left is the doubt
Medicine keeps the angel pinned
I still twist but I don’t shout
The world I knew has passed away
Gone for good…it makes me sad
But like my Mom and my Dad
So much has gone for good
Still a stranger in a strange land
I could never understand
I call nowhere home and nothing I am
Now I don’t take more than I need
I don’t give more than a damn
A skeleton left of broken dreams
So tell me am I still your man?
credits
from The Great Prize:,
track released January 1, 2011
Dave Fuglewicz - The Dave
Jeremy Gluck - The rest.