I'm back in that place some more again.
But it's not a bad place, really.
I can relax and be myself here.
I know where all the lumps are, where the sharp edges are, and where the cool water runs.....
And I can talk to myelf here, and I can listen to myelf here.
Really, what more could an old man want?

The words say, "I'm supposed to be strong...."
Yeah, maybe. But I'm old, and while I know that I'm supposed to be strong,
I also know that I'm not.
Down, deep inside, I'm not that strong.
To be that strong I would have to have a very hard heart,
and where you are concerned, that never was something that I would ever want to have.
Never.
So I won't be as strong, perhaps, as the movies say, as the songs say,
as even you might wish....
I'll just be me, and I'll go on goin' on,
and I'll just be the way I am.
It's something to write about, anyway.
I love you.
~peace....

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