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Life is a Long Short Story

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Near the end of his life, my paternal grandfather, a self-educated immigrant, mused that "life is a long short story." I wrote a short song building on that line. …

Near the end of his life, my paternal grandfather, a self-educated immigrant, mused that "life is a long short story." I wrote a short song building on that line.

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  • 1.     Life  is  a  Long  Short  Story   Andy  Revkin  ©  1996  (dedicated  to  Barney  Revkin)    My  father’s  father  came  from  across  the  sea  at  the  dawn  of  the  twentieth  century.    Built  everything  he  had  with  his  own  two  hands.  My  father’s  father  was  a  working  man.    Last  time  I  saw  him  he  was  fading  in  an  old  folk’s  home.  Ninety-­‐five  years  had  come  and  gone.  Memories  were  all  he  owned.    He  took  my  hand  and  smiled,  said  he  was  satisfied.  His  life  was  tough  but,  all  in  all,  he’d  laughed  more  than  he  cried.    He  said  life  is  a  long  short  story,  when  you’re  young  it’s  a  book  without  end.  But  as  you  turn  the  final  page  it’s  like  it  just  began.    Life  is  a  long  short  story.  My  chapter’s  nearly  through.  But  I  peeked  ahead  and,  wouldn’t  you  know,  the  next  one’s  about  you.    I  love  to  watch  my  son  slip  into  a  dream.  Only  five  but  tomorrow  he’ll  be  fifteen.  In  the  blink  of  an  eye  he’ll  be  a  dad,  then  a  granddad,  too.  He’ll  smile  and  take  a  child’s  hand,  the  circle  starts  anew.    He’ll  say  life  is  a  long  short  story,  when  you’re  young  it’s  a  book  without  end.  But  as  you  turn  the  final  page  it’s  like  it  just  began.    Life  is  a  long  short  story.  My  chapter’s  nearly  through.  But  I  peeked  ahead  and,  wouldn’t  you  know,  the  next  one’s  about  you.    

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