Back in the day, the strings were tight,
Fingers groovin' day and night.
Far-out riffs and soulful cries,
Music soaring to the skies.
Frets took me to places unknown,
Melodies carved in finger bones.
Man, those times were outta sight,
Jamming through the endless night.
Now arthritis slows my groove,
Pain shows where I used to move.
But when I crank the amp up high,
The spirit soars, can't let it die.
Even with the aches, the music’s there,
A bond that’s way beyond compare.
Time's aged this rocker’s frame,
But my love for tunes is just the same.
The passage of time hasn't dulled my passion for music; it's woven into the very fabric of my being. From those electric days of youth, when the guitar was my voice and the stage my sanctuary, to these later years where arthritis tries to slow my hands, the essence of who I am remains unchanged. Each note, each chord still resonates with a nostalgia that transcends decades, reminding me of the freedom and exhilaration that music brings.
Despite the physical challenges, when I crank up the amp and let the music flow, it's a testament to resilience—a defiance against the limitations of age. The guitar remains my steadfast companion, bridging the past and present with its timeless melodies, reminding me that the spirit of a rocker never truly fades.
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