Invisible

It’s hard to take
When you’re obsolete

Wrote about particular tattoos, seen on a morning bus. Saw her again, the same day, in the late evening, on the way back. Major bus exchange station. Getting off as she is getting on. She looks into my eyes, as I pass. Like she knows I was studying the tattoo, earlier in the day. Significant momentary connection.

Or maybe just seeing significance in the inconsequential. The older one gets, the more invisible one becomes. So says Bernie Leadon, when I heard him sing this, at the Ottawa Folk Festival, a few years ago. Song still not yet formally released, for no apparent reason. Old, invisible, forgetful:

I’m invisible to all the girls
I’m invisible – it’s like we’re not even in the same world
I’m invisible
And I’m miserable
My heart is achin’ and full
For you

It’s hard to take when you’re obsolete
It’s hard to take it when you’re walkin’ down the street
And meet a pretty girl
I’m invisible
And I’m miserable
My heart is achin’ and full
For you

Invisible, if I make a funny face
Invisible to the whole human race
I’m invisible down to my shoes
I’ve got the invisible blues

And I’m invisible to all them girls
I’m invisible – it’s like we’re not even in the same world
I’m invisible
And I’m miserable
My heart is achin’ and full

No ache, but still invisible.

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