Sunday sayings #45

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 17/06/2018

img_1345-3Helen’s theme this week is seconds/minutes/hours.

Well, that gives plenty of scope. Practically every single artist will, at one time (see what I did there?) , have recorded a song with some time reference in it.

I am going with the very first thing that came to mind. That is “My grandfather’s clock.”

You can, if you wish, follow the words with the recording by Johnny Cash, which is here.

My Grandfather’s Clock

Song by Johnny Cash

My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Songwriters: Erich Doll / Henry Clay Work

However, I also offer this instrumental version by Leroy Troy. I don’t think he gets out much, apart from performing his clawhammer style of banjo playing!

Sunday sayings #34

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Life was oh so simple once, I knew its every whim,

but now it seems we need more rules, it’s getting really grim.

What became of common sense, fair play, and honesty?

We seem to have forgotten just how precious life can be!

 

The youngsters blame the older folk, the oldsters blame the young,

what became of tolerance, we’re all so highly strung?

We seem to analyse each move, and everything we do.

I used to understand my world but now I have no clue!

Life Lessons learned from a 2-year old

An interesting, and informative article from Daniel Rattner, via Bridget, The happy Quitter. If you head back to Daniel’s original post there are some interesting pictures of Ilya.

The happy Quitter!

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I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers.

I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant?

Yesterday, I found by accident an article that made me feel good and of course, I have to share my finding with all of you. Here you go:

To start, I’m not a parent. I opted into a commune-style Brooklyn home I found on Craigslist, and I live with a young couple and their two-year-old, Ilya.

I’ve now been living there for one year and I can confidently say it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Because in my time living with a kid, I’ve come to…

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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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Song Lyric Sunday – Growing Old

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I’ve been looking on from the sidelines for many weeks now and thought it was about time to dip my toe in the water and have a go at Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday.

This week the theme is Growing Old – something I’m quite familiar with.

I have an eclectic taste in music, having grown up with The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Beach Boys, The Who, moving on to Motown, ELO, and I even moved into the 70’s, 80’s. 90’s, and Noughties, and appreciate SOME rap.

Today’s choice is a brand new group of very young, and I mean VERY young, people called Superorganism.

They do not have many songs out yet, but trust me, they will have.

You may think “What can they possibly know about Growing Old?” Well see what you think in their song Nobody Cares. Carry on beyond the first song and you will be hooked. Look up their live performances. You WILL love them.

“Nobody Cares” is the third single from the London/Maine collective group Superorganism. Although appearing to have a pessimistic tone with the idea that ‘nobody cares’, the song actually holds an optimistic outlook that you can be whoever you want to be without having to worry what other people may think about you. Surely that is what growing up is all about?

[Verse 1]
Incomplete without tearing up all of the sleeves
Nobody cares
You look fine, no I don’t, let’s consult our favorite recipe
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares

[Verse 2]
Out we go into the world of scary eyes and lies
Low key baby, I’m never feeling quite alright
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares

[Bridge]
How am I to care, how am I to care
How am I to care when nobody else does

[Verse 3]
Sweet relief when you grow up and see for yourself
Nobody cares
Have a drink, have a smoke, do whatever you need to unload
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares

[Verse 4]
Record skip, tripping over, falling up the stairs
Awkward kids putting gel into their greasy hair
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares
[Bridge]
How am I to care, how am I to care
How am I to care when nobody else does

 

Lyrics courtesy of “Genius”