Here's something you might be interested in.
time quickly slowly deliberately counting one by one turning it back foolish for some mislead it cheat it but you can't beat it clock different for everyone as pages turn older younger yearn for yesterdays plays hi-lites stronger yonder fights of your life crimes of the heart pardon the rages chapters not always sane blame the mundane don't work too hard on writing the right ending bending to the unexpected out of time
time quickly slowly deliberately counting one by one turning it back foolish for some mislead it cheat it but you can't beat it clock different for everyone as pages turn older younger yearn for yesterdays plays hi-lites stronger yonder fights of your life crimes of the heart pardon the rages chapters not always sane blame the mundane don't work too hard on writing the right ending bending to the unexpected out of time
this is scary true...shiver....good one RZ
nan- thanks
mindy - very very true -
I hate you Time, defeater of eras, crumbler of kings, usurper of plans large and small. Time, indifferent Time, how I despise you ... you just make me feel so old.
Q - right on -
Pages do turn, Z, and we are always and forever "bending to the unexpected", surrendering self to that which is versus that which we wish were. If all we've ever really got is this single moment, then is it not human nature to put all the good we've got into it, even our good wishes for the happiest of endings? Rightness seems to be in the comfort of alignment, as in setting things to right, to peace, to oneness, doesn't it? Right or wrong, not my call, but it does seem to be human inclination to gravitate towards the light, the lightness, the happy, even at the end and even if its only a matter of perspective, of attitude. Because is it not all we've truly got control of, our creative license?
when people asked me what i wanted my toddlers to be when they grew up i said HAPPY
maybe Lennon learn that from his mum...who had far less time available for herself to be HAPPY but never the less knew (because she was older and wiser) what happiness is worth
This is a poet's poem, Z.
R2- love your comments !
Shrug, I don't pretend to know a dang thang, Zman. I even question what I think I know. lol But, I did like the, uh, pun:)