Memories of a Septuagenarian

So much time,
So much time passed,
So little time left to live.

Old days,
Good days,
When life was free of care.
I roll down the windows on the hardtop,
Drop the reins on the old Pontiac,
And let the old girl go where she will.

The radio blasts into the night,
Songs dedicated
From friends to friends.
I feel the freedom.
It flows with the sound of my heartbeat
In rhythm with the heartbeat of my best friend.
We sing off tune in harmony,
A sacred offering from free hearts,
To the Goddess of Freedom.