Valentine’s Day 2014
Many years ago today,
Sergeant Pepper began to play for us
stories of fixing holes, girls leaving home,
friends helping friends, Lucy laced in acid
within and without, we were mesmerized
by melody, intricate harmonies,
and brassy orchestrations.
Together, our hearts no longer lonely,
we listened to the Fab Four Troubadours
one day at a time, a day in a life,
as it were, growing ever closer.
Your eyes twinkling, a smile
bathing across your face
as the clarinet began
over a vaudevillian arrangement,
Paul’s voice, singing questioning,
unending love.
The old album, timeless faces etched,
some etched in wax, look at us
from the cover, many of the faces,
even of the troubadours, lost in time.
The scratchy sounding record
from its many orbits on a turntable
is long retired by its 8 track, cassette,
CD and MP3 progeny.
Yet, Sir Paul’s question still floats
in a young voice, whimsically
on melodious air …
“Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?”
The unasked questions, “Will you still kiss me?
Hold me? Love me? mixed in between
the lines of the unanswered question he poses.
Our age, and our relationship creeps closer
to the age of the song.
“Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?”
Will you still hug me, and kiss me?
Hold me and love me?
Hold me and love me?
The answer, as it was
when first we heard the song,
always and for evermore,
now and far beyond sixty-four.
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