How old am I now? Am I an old man? There are quite a few years in my life that I barely remember. I have no idea how many places I have lived or how many jobs I have held. Perhaps I am old now. What does it matter? As I write this the afternoon shadows are slowly stretching across the patio, and I can see my wife trimming the jasmine. Lovely.
My friend, I am the moon that circles your planet. I can pull on your tides, I can shine a light on your dark night. Is that not lovely? Let us share a gravity together, let us always find hope in our togetherness.