In My Life

Tom Dylan


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When I listen to the Beatles

I see my dad's old record player

and going through his LP collection

my seven year old self begging

Please please let me listen to the Beatles.

 

When I listen to the Beatles

I am a young teenager on holiday once more

in the back seat of the family car

driving rain on Welsh mountain roads

cassette tapes playing, our ticket to ride.

 

When my dad listens to the Beatles

his grey thinning hair once again a mop of dark curls

sharp-suited in the smoky clubs of his youth

the Sixties music is fresh, brand new and exciting

and he meets my mother for the first time on the dance-floor.

 

  • Author: Tom Dylan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2023 03:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Thomas W Case

    Great imagery. Very well crafted.

    • Tom Dylan

      Thanks, Thomas. Appreciated.

    • Reynaldo Casison

      Sweet with nostalgia,
      Love that song

      • Tom Dylan

        Thanks, Reynaldo. I've inherited a love of the Beatles form my dad.



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