& the beat goes on

Your thoughts and opinions change as you grow older.  All thru my early adult decades round here, as I covered the city, I’d see old ladies resting their crepey forearms on window sills watching watching watching the action on the street and I’d think - wow, it’s so sad - about how little they had going on and now I think, wow, they were hip to the best game in town. I have this weird thing, have had it for a long time, I hear the walk even though it’s silent. There’s a beat between my ears thats made by looking at how the person lands their feet on the ground and I wonder if others have this thing. Most likely not.