Bob Dylan's Promise

When you were seventeen
and you allowed the wind to fan your face, mess your hair
and  what amused you the most was the glassy hazel eyes
of the maiden who didn't know your name,
if Bob Dylan sang you a promise ... which stayed un kept -

Today at 40, all grey, all mellow, rocking your armchair -
don't feel Cheated!

Wasn't it you who made life the complex tri-variate equation?
Wasn't it you who swapped happiness for more happiness -
and felt despaired when you were left with bills unpaid?
Wasn't it you who swapped joy for that hope for ecstasy -
for that new fad in town? Wasn't it you who was left
overwhelmed with business voices - drifting away from Dylan?

Dylan's promise may have passed by you ,
quite a few times - when you were locked within yourself ,
explaining yourself why you need to drive faster
to what seemed destination.

Promises stay prehistoric you see,
while you evolve they calcify
underneath those stacks of papers and rejects -
they stay seventeen!

Dylan had promised us all.
Some of us are still hopeful ...