Joe Auricchio

Sorry for the heavy tone of this and the last few posts. Something about December always makes me a bit melancholy. It’s not Christmas, and it’s not the change of the year, and it’s not the sometimes dreary weather, and it’s not even my birthday. I don’t know what it is. But somehow this time of the year just makes me feel grateful for what I have, miss what I’ve left behind, and sad for what will soon slip away.

This is to all my friends and everyone I know, close by and faraway, whether I talked to you today or it’s been a few years, whether you ever read this or not.

Old and Wise

Alan Parsons Project

As far as my eyes can see

There are shadows approaching me

And to those I left behind

I wanted you to know

You've always shared my deepest thoughts

You follow where I go
And oh... when I'm old and wise

Bitter words mean little to me

Autumn winds will blow right through me

And someday in the mist of time

When they asked me if I knew you

I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine

And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes

Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see

There are shadows surrounding me

And to those I leave behind

I want you all to know

You've always shared my darkest hours

I'll miss you when I go
And oh... when I'm old and wise

Heavy words that tossed and blew me

Like autumn winds that will blow right through me

And someday in the mist of time

When they ask you if you knew me

Remember that you were a friend of mine

As the final curtain falls before my eyes

Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see

Life is much too short and much too long.

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