A Willow Deeply Scarred,
Somebody's Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream
(Washed-Out Dream)
The Man in the Mirror, Siedah Garrett, Glen Ballard, Michael Jackson 1988 Somebody's Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream
(Washed-Out Dream)
What's going on here! Inside I still feel 25 years old, until I look in the mirror. Maybe there is an old man living in my mirror?
TJ, January 14th, 2010 
My English friend phoned me the other day. Not Madge, Madge in Bath, who knits egg cozies, and macramés wall hanginging (so 1970!), but my friend who lives in the Peak District and now sounds like Pennelope Keith in "To the Manor Born".My English friend from Melbourne. Madge is from Perth. Now that I think about it, it could be no other way. You can take the girl out of the Australian city, but you can't take the Australian city out of the girl ...
My friend who lives in the Peak District and now sounds like Pennelope Keith in "To the Manor Born" had recently had a birthday. Sixty four. "It's nothing," she remarked in her dismissive Penelope Keith voice that she does so well, "it's only a thing because of the song," and our conversation moved on to better things.
That's her on the left when she was fourteen. We were on a school trip to Valhalla in Victoria. Together we built a SnowWoman. I like to think this was because we were feminists. Feminists when Germaine Greer's "The Female Eunuch " was yet to be written. Young women ahead of their time. But most likely we were just trying to annoy our teacher.
Song or not, sixty four. Imagine.
Then a few days later, my baby brother turned a certain age. He thinks there's an old man living in his mirror and I tend to agree. For whatever happened to Timothy John?
It seems like only yesterday that out mother made me walk behind his stroller to retrieve his glasses as he threw them out onto the pavement, time and time again, with a gay abandon that has never left him.
Only yesterday when our mother smuggled us to the railway station at Bathurst where my six-year old brother asked, "Who are we seeing off, Mummy?" and she replied "Us".And so began our perilous journey into adulthood.
To a world where old men live in mirrors.
And we remain waving goodbye.
Forever young.
1 comment:
My first comment didn't post successfully, so I'll try again, must be getting old.....
There is an old woman in my mirror, where did she come from?? Just a few years ago a young thing would fly through as she touched up her lippy and hair. What happened and where did the years go? Did all these old people invade our mirrors as we slept peacefully, unaware of how time was moving so quickly? Will you still love me, will you still need me, when I'm 64?? THAT line was never going to apply to US!!
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