Well
Do I know?
Why the trouble I fear
Is justly so
Is it because I’m too old
Or is it because of times untold
Or is it because, when the clock strikes 3
And all of the animals are set free
And when someone like a spark from above
Lights the mountains we know little of
What makes you wonderful,
Makes me think
What makes you 18
Makes me weak!
What makes you happy
Makes me try…
To let you know
I’d rather die,
Then knowing nothing
About you, about now ‘
And meeting, again, upset
For the lost time!!
I’m listening to ‘whiter shade of pale’.
It reminds me of when.
And when I carry and continue to carry much of who I was then within me still today.
And I hope that I do till nevermore. All hail the privilege of living through and surviving 60’s from beginning to end, and all that blossomed in-between. It was great.
We were great.
There was this song,
Once,
Which went a bit like this
You see
And see it did
Into the hearts of those now weakened headed to their end
And gave them life,
Once again, you see
And again and again
Their minds awoke
And eyes read
Where lungs once slept
In their dreary end
It’s true you see,
Music never dies
But rests sleepily
Until it finds
A ‘wiling’ mind
To grasp it once again, you see
My Country
Built on revolution
Death, blood and broken bones
Sin and song
Of times already gone
Soon we’ll sink
Where nations are on the brink
And there we’ll rest
Holding onto
Ideas loved, but untrue
It’s no matter to me
But to my children I write this decree
We were young once
Full of ambitions never sought
By others you see
And sorry I am
Our time was so misspent
But..oh.. oh oh
Well that’s the end….
I hope your idea know better, you see
She was a thunderbolt of passion.
Often out-of-control.
Guided and misguided
But of all else I think her honesty drove her
to a premature death.
Not uncommon in the world of ART of all kinds.
Who?
The kind
You never forgot
The one who opened your eyes
The one whose name you remembered,
When you couldn’t, your own
Oh my
Oh My
What a dully inspired
Life is mine!
Have I a flap
Or generous lap
For the one I will know
Under the mistletoe
Will be mine
For all time….
Imagine you’re a billionaire
And you’ve lived the best of a self-indulgent life
Filled with pleasure, all the fineries of life that can be had
And instant gratifications
And you’ve luxuriated in all of the self-worth, image, esteem, confidence; ego nurturing there can be
Now imagine you’re stricken with an incurable illness
You’re on your death bed
You beckon a minister, priest, rabbi or whomever is your spiritual leader to help
But to no avail
You are going to die
However the worst thing imaginable about your death isn’t, that
It’s knowing all of the great wealth you’ve accumulated will not be yours anymore
Regardless of all of the intricate planning and money you’ve squandered on attorneys
It’ll be taken from you
And you will die financially worthless
On an Eastern Mountain
High above
Where experienced hikers
Already have succumbed
Below he trudged
Stick in hand
A fellow of determination
Was his name of the land
Where to go?
What to see?
Time was running out
Quickly you see
So he set forth
To find
A cherished land
Told to him once
When he held his mother’s hand
It was then she said
Twas time you knew,
Life awaits us all
Especially you,
With that he thought
At fourteen years old
I think I’ll try to paint
Like my old man the fool
And that he did
And no fool was his dad
He gave his son his paintbrushes
And paints, to color the land
With that Pablo set out to color the world
Like no other without a spoken word
And so he lived his life so, fully
It’s not easy being
A Picasso you see.
Oh Boy
What a ride this has been
From a wooden bumper ride
To a blue van
From a small place
Maybe the smallest of places but it was ours
Then to another, larger, for a year that’s all
And after 12 or so we left with 2 kids in our arms
Oh boy
What a ride this had been
Ups and down, where to begin
To our first house for ever
Oh boy then apart for 12
Back again for more
And now add about 12 more
Oh boy
What a ride
It may last for years
Or months
Or days
But oh say
Oh Boy
What a ride………….Its been