There's a wonderfully insightful song, written by blueser Bonnie Raitt more than 20 years ago, called "Nick of Time."
The song is written by a woman — and perhaps aimed primarily at women — with an undertow of a love theme caught in the current.
But I think there are some gender-exclusive lyrics within that song that have enveloped and captivated me through all these years:
"I see my folks are getting on and I watch their bodies change
I know they see the same in me and it makes us both feel strange
No matter how you tell yourself, it's what we all go through
Those lines are pretty hard to take when they're starin' back at you
Scared you'll run out of time...
"When did the choices get so hard, there's so much more at stake
Life gets mighty precious
When there's less of it to waste
Scared to run out of time"
So here I am, today, at my 60th birthday. I've noticed my body changing (beyond the baldness and grey hairs) each time I shave. The skin around my neck has lost some of its elasticity and wrinkles easier than I would like. And so does the skin on the back of my hands, when I can get past the age spots that are showing up. What day did that happen? How come I wasn't paying attention?
"...it's what we all go through"
Just food for thought here.
And speaking of food for thought, hey, it's my birthday.
Oh boy. Cake.