We are so young in this room, regardless of my salt and pepper hair,
They are all grey, balding, bent over, but .....there, in their chairs,
Waiting for to listen to our music.
They were all there, alert and attentive, our future selves
In a few years, when it's not so easy to bike home
From an evening out with friends.
(Like I did tonight after watching The Rebel with A Clause)
I'm not ready yet to be their age, but I expose myself a bit at a time
Because one day I may be in that chair listening to some younger
People come play music for me, when I can no longer ride my
Bike out for an evening with friends.
I'm not ready yet.
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