Pyrotechnic Geriatric

In my younger days
I was in a power trio
I was the drummer of a primo local band
We were bound for fame
Oh, I could feel it in the demos
So I go and buy a limo
Cash in hand
I was out of luck
When the band broke up
Oh man!
Now my beard is grey
But I can play a decent solo
I haven’t tried it since a year ago last May
In my practice space
I wipe a cymbal down with sterno
Just a tiny little pyrotechnical display
The stand fell the ground
And the lot burned down
Okay!
And here is my advice:
Patience may be nice
But wisdom don’t always come with age