Old Songs

I usually listen to old radio programs on XM radio while I’m driving the long drive to and from work. Occasionally, while a show I don’t like is playing, I’ll twirl the dial (so to speak) and check out the 60's, 70's or 80's stations. The Old Songs, the songs that bring back memories, the songs to which I danced so badly, but enjoyed so much. Songs with which I now sing along at the top of my lungs. Not to worry, I am, of course, on back roads when I do my singing though if the sunroof is open and the wind is just right you might hear a dreadful drawn out screeching sound. That’s me!

Occasionally, however, there are ghosts in Old Songs. Those songs that recall times of heartache. Songs that recall growing up. Songs that make me reach out to change to a different station, then hesitate long enough to acknowledge that remembered ache. Songs that allow me to accept that the sorrows and the joys and how I handled both have brought me to the person I am now. And so I sing along with this Old Song as well, softly.