Sharon’s abrupt departure has been on my mind all day, which is, perhaps as it should be, and wrenchingly sad, and hard to bear.
About the same time Joe Dougherty gave me the bottle of Baudry rosé referred to in a post I made a week ago, I was working on a song called “Old Bones,” and though I’d never have imagined, at that time, the circumstances under which I offer this (bridge and final verse); it seems, somehow, to speak to the growing sense of brutal loss that accompanies one’s later years:
I’ve been down this road so many times
I could drive it in my sleep
I’ve suffered plenty, for my crimes
And the company I keep
Tomorrow’s such a long time
Clear out beyond the skies
It’s gonna be a busy day tomorrow
It’s gonna steal the sleep right from your eyes
Tonight the perfume of your favorite rose
That through my mind forever blows
May be all it truly knows
That I might not revise
