Same as I Ever was

Me playing guitar, circa 1974. Pencil drawing: Paul Davison

One of the good things about gainful employment is that if you stick with it long enough, they will eventually throw you out and pay you just to stay away. Retirement, they call it. 

Same as I Ever was

If you had asked me when I was sixteen 
what I wanted to do with my life, 
I would have said I wanted to shack up
out in the country with my girlfriend, 
write poetry, play the guitar, and go to
protest marches and demonstrations.

Then a half century of labor, raising a child
and so forth, put the kibosh on that plan.
But look, here I am at 72, shacked up with 
my honey way out in the country, writing 
poetry, playing 50-year-old songs on guitar,
and still protesting the same shit as ever.

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