Once again, you’ve taken me back to the icons of my youth – James Taylor and Carol King with a song which epitomized my teenage feelings about the world. Thank so much, Thom!
When I get home I’m tired and beat. That’s why I come up here.
Up here, up on the roof where the air is fresh and sweet.
Up here it’s as quiet as Brooklyn gets.
A man can drop his shoulders and take a deep breath and let his mind roam free.
Last week I was forty four years old. Forty Four!
My folks married in ’17. A War wedding.
Dad said to Mom, ‘I won’t wait. The world won’t wait. Let’s get married now!’
I hop they had a sweet time in the short time they had together.
Dad never made it home from France. Never made it home.
Two things in life I’d like to do.
Take Kathleen and Mom with me to lay some flowers and say a prayer at Dad’s grave.
And see Billy Boy and Maureen go to College and make…
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