There is no Kryptonite to protect against this super power
Maybe just change the color of their coats
When everyone you know tells you go to the doctor – go to the doctor
We have come a long way from standing on a hillside buying each other a Coke
He sat at the piano, the perpetual cigarettes in the ashtray just above the piano keys — each devoured in two long draws
The footsteps of old-age race toward me
Guess now we make it 34 years…