Sunday sayings #19

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PHEW – I MADE IT!

I once set about reading The Bible all the way through.  I made it! (although a lot of it was skipped through very swiftly, because some parts are boring {quite a lot}) I don’t take the Bible as gospel (see what I did there!), but it is a tremendous work by many people over many, many years.

One of the bits that many people could recount, although not verbatim, is the bit about reaching the age of 70, and guess what, I made it!

Psalm 90:10 King James Version

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

That inspired the following little offering of ageist poetry:

Well, I’m buggered

Whoever thought? Three score years and ten,

and maybe, then, another ten;

but no excitement for the morrow

for it’s bound to end in sorrow,

and even if you reach that stage

you’ll surely creak, and feel your age;

but don’t get too complacent mate,

your number’s up, it’s just too late.

So, make the most of every day

before you have to fly away!

 

I fully intend to make the most of every day, with a little help from my friends.

For those who don’t know the real lyrics here they are

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.watch-1267420_1280

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

 

 

He was a total fool. The last to admit it, but admit it he did!
One wish, she’d said.
He asked for it.
No hesitation.
Stupid!
“I wish time could go backwards, so I could be young again.”
The wish was granted.
Sadly he hadn’t stipulated a cut off point, and being unborn was not nice!

(279 characters)

Flowers in the Snow

A beautiful, evocative, glimpse of our ephemeral lives , linked to the image of transient flowers in the snow.

No Talent For Certainty

Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.

A boy was born to parents poor,
He always dreamed of flying;
With paper, and with balsa wood,
Surroundings bad but moments good,
To his long-dream applying:
His parents wanted something more
For him: to conquer and to soar,
And so they did whate’er they could
His wish solidifying.
And when, at last, he took the skies
His life, their love, shone in their eyes
That no one now remembers, long ago —

Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.

A girl grown old, with hair of white,
Once had a dream of…

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Quarter Life What?

Crisis?
What crisis?

If I owe everyone an apology, then I apologise most sincerely. I’m sure that I was, and am, part of the problem!

An issue very much in the news. Read all about it in Ray’s great post here.

Mitigating Chaos

Just when I got to a point in my life that I thought there was nothing left to shock me or leave me scratching my head, I wake up this morning and while perusing my morning reading list, I came across an article on LinkedIn entitled, Quarter Life Crisis, You Are Not Alone.

This falls under the “scratching my head” category.  th

The article is a compilation of several viewpoints about the stresses of being in your mid-twenties- early 30’s. Having three daughters that fit loosely in that range, I will choose my comments very, very carefully.

The page starts off with, “According to a LinkedIn research, 75% of 25-33 year olds have experienced a quarter-life crisis, often related to feeling as if they were at a crossroads in their career”

Crossroads of their career?  It seems to this old man, still struggling to get his arms around his white…

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Snickers Talks With God

Listen to Snickers. He makes a great deal of sense, probably more than any human!

Mitigating Chaos

Snickers goes “Stream of Consciousness” with God.  His time with us is growing short as at almost 15 years old, his body is starting to fail him.  Some good questions/observations the ol’ boy brings up.

Dear God: It’s me, Snickers.    

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  • Is it on purpose that our names are spelled the same, only in reverse? (God – Dog)
  • Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
  • When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or will it be the same old story?
  • Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We love a nice car ride! Would it be so hard to rename the ‘Chrysler Eagle’ the ‘Chrysler Beagle’?
  •  If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still…

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