When I was growing up - say in the fifties - the thirties to me didn't even exist. I couldn't even imagine them in any kind of way, so I don't expect anyone growing up now is gonna even understand what the sixties were all about, anymore than I could the thirties or twenties.
May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.
A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.
After a while you earn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.
All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.