My friend, an eccentric old soul.
He loved to listen to the oldies and get lost in the rocken roll.He was wild and free , but when he picked up those drum sticks and began to play " He was magical with each and every hit he played. You could tell with each drum to the tempo of whatever he played , his mind and heart went to the rhythm for there was his true heart beat. The love and happiness his face would glow and with every strike to the drum , he seemed to bring himself back to life and light up the room. No matter what age he held , it was then that he was young again and free to write his soul . Now playing music every where he went , but only in his soul for now they just sit and play.
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Loving something you do for a living only to find yourself sad for body aches& pains and getting to old to do it any longer and so you carryout only in your thoughts and soul of where you can continue to play in a world of everything goes and yet your heart longs for action .