Thank you, Sir Paul! I wrote a ‘poem’ yesterday with you named …. don’t know how you can possibly read all your mail, yet I still send it….

Sir Paul

Sir Paul have you a song? Have you a song left in your heart, in your mind? A song of today for your fans of yesteryear? Of the free and hopeful flower children and the world wide hostel hoppers?

Sir Paul, James and Judy and John and Eric and George and and Diana and and Helen and Barbra and John and Neil and Paul and Mary and Peter and Jimmie and Janis and Peter and Simon and Garfunkel have you a song left in your hearts and minds for your runaway commune dreamers, your drop out wanderers, your bra tossing ceiling busting libbers, your psychedelic explorers, your out of the closet, your conscientious objectors, black power fists and your peaceful lovers and your angry fans of your highest glory days? Have you a song for us? For our now times?

Please, have you a song?

You who heralded our possibilities and our righteousness, gave melody to our grief, inspired courage in the middle of war and assasinations – singing, dancing! Have you a song for us now?

We thought surely our wisdom unstoppable, that wisdom now burnished and hammered and scarred and polished and crumpled up against the remnants of the walls, still and always pressuring forward. Wrinkled by the molding of decades, yet yoga refreshed, pressing, pressing, pressing on… whole sections of the wall still standing and dividing, dividing, dividing….

Your song for us is needed, now…

Perhaps it is our great and our grandchildren’s songs that matter, now? Their own unstoppable rainbow pressing colorful out of the clouds and bursting into the sun times, now? For they have grown tall and strong on sports and smart with study and research at their keyboard fingertips, worldwide savvy, innumerable icons and communications across cultures and organic fresh and balanced and uniquely personal in your face tattoos and piercings and universal languages…

Perhaps the remnants of the walls now stand as historic markers of the time before there was always a way around everything, a choice of simply living in a world so accessibly diverse and full of options that seeking and recognizing and working within your own best space for social justice or for your own personal peace is the sane and most effective thing you can do. And the protests continue, newer fresher generations across the globe still fighting for women’s rights, black lives matter, religious freedom and the content of character!

Tell me, beloved bards of the nineteen 60’s and 70’s, and the decades since, have you a song for the grandparents we are today? As we enjoy a rest on our gliding rockers and recliners, giving up on trying to keep up with the newest electronic devices and electronic customer service answering options and marketing algorithms and social media?

Living it up with our fresh spring water, antioxidants and home garden fruits and veggies and habitat responsible seasonal shellfish and chair aerobics and pandemic masks and hand sanitizer? Have you a song for great lonely gaps of time at home without the bright voices of our children’s families?

Have you a song? Please, is there a song?