The End / The Beatles

I watched a video today
I was stalling 
From the real work
I tell myself I’m supposed to do
which is writing.
But when you’re just making shit up
and there’s no deadline,
it’s not like 
there is any really motivation 
to stay focused.

And there are endless distractions
most of them right at our finger tips
just a click away from the window
where we’re supposed to be doing
our actual “work.”

So while wallowing in that
work-free vacuum
I let myself get distracted 
by a video clip 
about The Beatles.

It was just a minute
from the second side of Abbey Road –
The guitar solos
At the end of 
“The End”

In text displayed over photos,
the studio engineer is describing 
how that last minute came to be.
After Ringo’s drum solo
The three guitar players agreed 
to “trade twos” — 
each soloing for two bars
First John
Then George
Then Paul 
two bars apiece 
They go around like that
three times
recorded live and in real time 
First John
Then George 
Then Paul
Then John 
Then George
Then Paul

And then the Beatles
were over.

And the witness tells us:

“…as they were performing, they realized: 
they might never get to play together again.”

Ten years later
John Lennon 
would no longer even be among the living
and George Harrison 
would finally dismiss a nagging query 
by firing back that
“There will be no Beatles reunion 
so long as John Lennon remains dead…” 
And now George is gone, too.

When asked once what ONE album 
I would want to have 
were I stranded on a desert island
My answer was easy:
“The Beatles — Abbey Road”

I still have the vinyl copy 
that I bought the day it came out in 1969
I played that one so many times
I had to buy another. 
That one lasted me until I got the CD.
And then I ripped the CD on to a hard drive
And now I just listen to it
From the cloud.

Every time I hear “The End” 
I think 
“Yeah, that was the end.”

I tried to get back 
to this work 
that I tell myself I’m doing.
But no matter how much I tried
I couldn’t get past this:

I was 13 when The Beatles
played Ed Sullivan
I am 65 now 
And even if I live to be 100, 
I will never do anything 
as great as what the Beatles did.

And they did all that
before they were 30.

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