Today, I had the great pleasure
to sit next to
a senior gentleman
on the bus
actually he is my friend
a gentleman
I've had the pleasure to know
for many years
he once told me
he holds in his wallet
a concert ticket of the Beatles
a concert he went to
in Rome in 1975
he showed me the ticket
in the middle of a shop once
I was truly humbled
It almost brought tears to my eyes
I've always been fascinated
by this fact
because in 1975
I myself, was just a babe
we are very good friends
we talk about everything
from politics and music, to the weather
but even after all these years...
I still don't know his name.
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