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The Farewell Performance

His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous, full of joie de vivre.
The members of his orchestra now arthritic.
Or ashes long since scattered into oblivion,
like the beautiful soprano in the film.
But for the duration of the archive footage
they are all young again.
The film ends and their philharmonic youth
is silent memory once more.
He struggles to press rewind but his gnarled finger 
presses fast-forward by mistake.
He thinks that time has been on fast-forward
and wishes he could find the rewind control for his life.
With a sigh, he presses play and fades away,
watching his immortal youth.

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  1. Date: 1/3/2013 10:58:00 AM
    oh MY, this is so AWESOME, Jack. One of your best I have found way back here on this first page of your posts. A FAVE for this one.

  1. Date: 9/4/2011 11:04:00 AM
    You are a master storyteller Jack...because you stir emotion so easily line by line. CR

  1. Date: 3/12/2011 7:32:00 AM
    Great metaphor uses..Enjoyed reading your work this morn..I understand those arthritic hands...I also understand putting on a long sleeved blouse and seeing my mother's hand come out the sleeve..Sometimes it is a shock..Life takes away somethings but gives us more in some areas..I am glad that I chose ths one to read this morn..Thanks for your presence at my work..Sara

  1. Date: 3/11/2011 10:06:00 AM
    Oh, this is brilliant, Jack! You express the sadness and longing of the aging musician so well in your words. My Dad was still playing in a band until he died and I'm sure he's up in heaven now, where his hands are no longer "arthritic." Beautiful, beautiful! Bravo!! Definitely a favorite for me. Love, Carolyn