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A morning and a cigarette on the porch
Remembering dreams from the night before
I was hanging out with Groucho
Smoking a cigar
We had great conversations
We have some shared experiences
Some I made happen
Because I wanted to be like Groucho
Wanted to channel some of his genius
He was famous for his wit
People sometimes forget
How profound he was
Most forget who he was
Groucho once said
have the power to make me happy
or unhappy today.
I can choose which it shall be.
Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.
I have just one day,
and I'm going to be happy in it."
That summarizes where my mind is now
The morning mist begins to clear a bit
I remember love lost and found
Friends lost and found
Dreams lost and found and realized
I think of all the smiles yet to come
The future is bringing endless possibilities
I put out my cigarette
Walk back in and turn on the TV
A Marx Brothers' movie is on
Harpo is playing the harp
His playing reminds me of something I once heard
"Music takes over where words and pictures leave off"
The only time anyone ever saw Groucho cry was at Harpo's funeral
That's supposed to mean something
I grab my keys to go for my morning drive
And my morning fix of caffeine
I turn on the car
And the speakers cut out
I drive over to the service center
They tell me I need a new audio unit
Which is a thousand bucks
Well . . . is this supposed to mean something?
Time to learn to enjoy the music of silence while I drive . . .
Or rather the sounds of engines and people trying to go somewhere to do something in the complete non-stop insanity of the illusionary reality they created so they do not have time to stop and think -
Is this really what life and living is all about?