Oldies - Poem by Jim Yerman
The Temptations and Four Tops together on one stage, that's how the act was billed
And we noticed in the hall that night every seat was filled.
As we looked around the venue, Deborah said, "I don't want to make a fuss
But everyone's so old in here..." and I nodded, "Just like us."
None of us are as young as we used to be, some of us have lost a little hair
But memories are like music they reach out and we are there.
"It seems, " I said, "along the way we've all changed, someway, somehow
And like the Four Tops and Temptations we all are oldies now.
And that's what brought us all together, for one night our destinies kissed
They were there to sing the oldies and we...to reminisce.
For a few hours listening to the oldies, to every lyric, every rhyme
We oldies in the audience were transported back in time.
Back to a time of simplicity, a time of less controls
A time when this music imprinted on our hearts and in our souls.
Back when responsibilities were limited and the world was so divine
When all we needed was music and it made us feel so fine.
We were proud that night to beg for more and from the very start
We clapped and danced and sang the words that we all knew by heart.
When the music stopped and the lights came on and all but memories remained
I held the hand of My Girl while I wished that it would rain.
I know to you that may sound strange after these new memories we made
But as with all great memories, you do not want them to fade.
We drove home humming the oldies, remembering who we were back then
And happy for a few hours on this winter night it was summer time again.
Perhaps that's why we filled the hall and sang at the top of our lungs
Perhaps we came to listen to the oldies because it makes us feel so young.
The next morning on our daily walk 5 planets aligned across the sky
"It's like the Temptations are still singing." I said amidst a sigh.
Was I still thinking about last night and how I wanted things to be
Or was it just my imagination.......running away with me.
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