Je li mladost umela da peva kao što starci pevaju o njoj?

Pitanje iz naslova spontano mi je palo na pamet (a kako drugačije?) dok sam par sekundi razmišljao što da upišem u prostor predviđen za isti. Ne znam što znači “starci” u tom naslovu, ne znam do koje je godine čovjek mlad i tko se ima “pravo” zvati starim ili mladim. Možda je to pitanje poput onoga u kojem trenutku čovjek koji gubi vlas po vlas kose postaje ćelav? Nakon koje otpadnute vlasi? Možda su mladost i starost zaista samo stanja duha ili su, to, barem primarno.

U međuvremenu jedna lijepa pjesma Rogera Hodgsona koja je poznata i u raznim obradama:

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“Logical Song”

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

 

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