Christ, I have gotten old,
and every day it hits home again
in ways I wouldn’t have imagined.
I mean M*A*S*H began
more than half a century ago
ended 40 years ago, and the actors
I imagined as friends are mostly gone
or are so old they are unrecognizable.
And Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon
recently turned 50 and it seems
only yesterday that the Wall fell.
And even though the mirror confirms
that I am as old as I imagine,
we are still on the dark side of the moon
with no real sunrise in sight
and we still chafe at their
continued attempts as thought control.