November 19, 2013

• Forever Young

  We were running late and crabby. I turned up the radio.

  "Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
  Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
  Hoping for the best but expecting the worst" I sang along.

  "Are you going to drop the bomb or not?" they joined in as we sat at the parking lot. The mood shifted.

  By the chorus we were exaggeratedly moaning,

  "Forever young, i want to be forever young
  Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
  Forever young, i want to be forever young

  Some day I will collect all of my morning commute stories and I will bind them and give them to F at his high school graduation. I cannot wait until my morning routine only involves getting ME up, dressed, fed, and transported to work. At the same time I will miss this.

  "Do you really want to live forever?
  Forever young"

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