Someday Lady....... A Moment Of Hope

Dec. 10, 2015 - PRLog -- By Kenneth Stepp

What a strange title. It’s from a song by Bob Seger. “Someday Lady You’ll Accomp’ny Me”. Because of my past, this song pulls at my heart very much. Why does a past failure do this? I wish I knew. When I hear these words there is a face that appears in my mind. Is it just me? Some days I feel all alone out here. Trying to make a round peg fit in a square hole. Trying to retrofit what was into what might could be. I’ve learned I can’t reverse what hurt me. Now I’m just trying to live with it. Some days are better than others. Past pain. Has that ever haunted you? Do you believe they want us to forget them?

"Some people say that love’s a losin game

You start with fire but you lose the flame

The ashes smolder but the warmth’s soon gone

You wind up cold and lonely on your own

I’ll take my chances babe I’ll risk it all

I’ll win your love or I’ll take the fall

I’ve made my mind up girl it’s meant to be

Someday lady you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday lady you’ll accomp’ny me"

- Bob Seger

It’s strange the way a particular song affects us. After talking with several others, it’s not just me. Perhaps it’s the time of year. Maybe it was our last conversation. Honestly. I don’t know the trigger. I just know it’s there. Powerful emotions evoked by a classic rock tune. Who knew? Somewhere there’s an old rocker in his mid 70’s grinning from ear to ear. I guess if anyone knew, he did.

As we work to make us better people. We sometimes see their face when our eyes close. Will she accept me again if? Does this come from the same place that we daydream about winning the lottery? You pay a buck for the dream. Well, I lose weight, work out, and self discover for the dream. I wonder at times if it’s the same thing. Although winning love has more value than money. Certainly at this time in my life anyway.

I’ll say it again. This time of year (December) dredges up a lot of old memories. Part of the problem is mine doesn’t have to be dredged. Just scratch the surface, it’s always there. There are times when I wish I could build a tall building on top of it. Then it’s gone forever. Then of course, come the memories. Fond memories. Yep. I can remember a conversation that went on for hours. Felt like fifteen minutes. Other things that went on and on as well. If only there was a pill for that. Now I need to add a smiley face so that it seems like I’m kidding. Those little things are handy.

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.” ― John Banville

A second heart. Lord knows the one has gotten me in enough trouble, caused me so much pain. Maybe I developed a second heart made of memories. Well, if we are dreaming, let’s dream big…..

“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”

― T.S. Eliot

Man I hope that’s true.

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