That's not what the Death card means

All my life's a circle
written 2008-11-04 14:12:52

Here's a little Harry Chapin for you:

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday -- I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

--2:07 PM, EST, Holland, PA, the iceberg's off the starboard bow, won't you dance with me?

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