In My Life For everybody there’s a classic song More powerful than those which only please, A special one that brings you to your knees, The song you feel it for, and feel it strong. But then one day you try to sing along And have an insight on its mysteries With which your therapist also agrees: The song you’ve always loved is kind of… wrong. The one I’m thinking of is In My Life, It’s on the Beatles' album Rubber Soul, A song John Lennon sings; he says his whole Existence up until he meets his wife, Compared to loving her, is lesser now. This can’t be right, but awesome anyhow.
Robert Donohue’s poetry has appeared in Amethyst Review, Better Than Starbucks, Freeze Ray Poetry, Grand Little Things, and elsewhere. He lives in Long Island, NY.