I drive around in my big red car
The one that used to be Bill's
And I know he is driving along with me
The passenger seat he fills
That's because when he was still here
I always drove when we went out
And I find myself thinking just like him
I get so mad I want to shout
Why are you making a left, you dope
You should go up and turn at the light
He hated that and I always smiled
But you know, I think he was right
So while we are talking as we drive along
Listening to a Frank Sinatra song
I find myself thinking how much he knew
About a lot of things, I'm just a bit blue
But it's nice to have company in the car
I never really drive that far
The tapes he made twenty years ago
Are recorded from the radio
I think as I hear the commercials all the same
Why don't they sell another kind of car
And it's in New Jersey, but the service is great
I should go and buy one and mustn't be late
But Bill calms me down, as Dean or Frankie sings
And the songs are all worth remembering
They're all about love, wouldn't you know
So as we talk, I drive along with the flow
You know it's actually true what they say
Loved ones really don't go away
Bill rides in our car, whispers things in my ear
My heart is happy, he's saying things I love to hear
If you are not up in age, add some years to your present age. You are an Elder for all intents and purposes. You have lived a life just the way you would like for it to have turned out in your Elder years...
Is your walk down this road that you see in this scene LONGor short?And, more importantly, WHY?
This is meant to be a writing exercise that prompts you to write an Elder Life Story that only YOU can tell...
Now go ahead, and tell your story, cleaver Writer!
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....prime those fingers up, the keyboard is calling out your name!