This is in memory of my 50's. They're gone and buried and so I begin a new decade of life. Forty was difficult; fifty a bit harder, but sixty...sixty came and knocked the wind out of my sails. The mirror tells tales along with my joints. There are more changes overall than at any other point in my adult life.I am drawn the to song "It Was a Very Good Year," where Sinatra sings "I'm in the autumn of my life." I have always loved that song for the "musicality" of it but the poignancy of the words always touched me and made me feel blue, even when I was much younger. Even more so at this stage of the game. The same is true of "September Song." Seasons come and seasons go but we're only given one shot at each in the game of life. We have to make them count!
