What a wonderful explanation of your process. I am older than you. There were my first band. I fell in love with their music. The first time I saw them, I was not going to be one of those screaming girls. No, not me. It wasn’t dignified. Well, I did scream and cried. And looked around and couldn’t tell myself from the others. I love them now as I did then. The girl and the older woman. It wasn’t just them…The Beatles, it was their music. Their music and a generation of teens. It was kismet. If you wouldn’t mind, please reblog the poem. Hugs, Barbara