The Golden Years
Shoulder to shoulder
Grandfathers move slowly
Down the hall of assisted living,
Clinging to walkers
That roll on the carpet,
Laughing and telling secrets.
An old John Wayne movie
Is showing tonight
As the men become youngsters
Playing cowboys and Indians or
Bold handsome sheriff
Disarming masked bandits
As horses raise dust
And guns explode.
The Alzheimer patient has left his room
Grasping for memories of the
Bands he played in
While boring his grandchildren,
The rock generation;
He sings off key and smiles at an audience
That only lives on in his mind.
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