So much, so many.

I look around. I see so much history.
So much time. So many years past.
That’s my family.
So many experiences. So many places been.
For some it’s all winding down.
You can tell by the wrinkles on their faces.
For others its just beginning.
For me, well that’s still unknown.
So many stories to tell. So many songs sung.
Maybe too many.
But as chaotic as it might look it is all good.
They’re all good.
So tap your feet grandpa. Drink your beer dad.
Play the guitar and dance the night away.
The one thing about all these years of life and living is the clock on my grandmother’s wall.
The same clock that has hung there for years and years ticks away.