You know, I used to write poetry many years ago. Perhaps one day I’ll publish some of that old crap here. But time to time I feel the urge to write again and some lines are coming to my head now and then, which I never write down. So few years ago, I had some lines in my head, and it has something like: “… There still will be another dance, another song, another thrill…” and more in that vein. I no longer remember that one, but, some new lines are starting to emerge by themselves, and they contain things like “… Never again…” and “… won’t feel the thrill…”. I guess, this is just another symptom of getting old.