I awoke to rock and roll
Here was another voice
Not that of the schoolmaster
This one sweeter, more inviting
Truer, somehow, and
Full of open space.
I walked on from there
Thinking to put away childish things
To the music of the Greats
To art and poetry and travel
Growing, so I thought
But now nothing remains
That lifts me, thrills me
But the harmony I heard first:
We could ride the surf together.
copyright 2016
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