50 Years Since the Invasion

 

50 sets of seasons have gone by
50 years of my life has past,
and I sometimes try to sit and "remember"
events that happened--how my life happened
after the Invasion

But it's a blur, one year running into the next;
with a few stand out memories
Nothing has stayed really clear or pivotal,
except one single event, the one that gave my heart
and my soul it's direction--a path--a meaning.

I never knew him personally,
never met him,
yet he changed me forever.
John Lennon made me "feel"
made me "care", made me
"passionate".

But like LuLu sane in "To Sir With Love"
how do you thank someone for taking you
from crayons to perfume?