Life is a Long Short Story
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Near the end of his life, my paternal grandfather, a self-educated immigrant, mused that "life is a long short story." I wrote a short song building on that line. More music here: http://www.myspace.com/andyrevkin http://www.myspace.com/unclewade
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Life is a Long Short Story
- 1. Life is a Long Short Story Andy Revkin © 1996 (dedicated to Barney Revkin) My father’s father came from across the sea at the dawn of the twentieth century. Built everything he had with his own two hands. My father’s father was a working man. Last time I saw him he was fading in an old folk’s home. Ninety-‐five years had come and gone. Memories were all he owned. He took my hand and smiled, said he was satisfied. His life was tough but, all in all, he’d laughed more than he cried. He said life is a long short story, when you’re young it’s a book without end. But as you turn the final page it’s like it just began. Life is a long short story. My chapter’s nearly through. But I peeked ahead and, wouldn’t you know, the next one’s about you. I love to watch my son slip into a dream. Only five but tomorrow he’ll be fifteen. In the blink of an eye he’ll be a dad, then a granddad, too. He’ll smile and take a child’s hand, the circle starts anew. He’ll say life is a long short story, when you’re young it’s a book without end. But as you turn the final page it’s like it just began. Life is a long short story. My chapter’s nearly through. But I peeked ahead and, wouldn’t you know, the next one’s about you.