Sunday, May 06, 2007

The years are starting to take their toll ...

... and after two days spent getting my patio garden into shape for summer, I am deliciously tired. Toward the end of his life, Henry Miller said that if he had it to do over again he would become a gardener. Me too. Actually, it's what I came very close to being and had the right opportunity come along that's probably what I would have become. Oh well, next life I guess. Anyway, that's going to be it for me today.

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  1. by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)


    Growin' Gray


        Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray,
        An' it beats ole Ned to see the way
        'At the crow's feet's a-getherin' aroun' yore eyes;
        Tho' it ought n't to cause me no su'prise,
        Fur there 's many a sun 'at you 've seen rise
        An' many a one you 've seen go down
        Sence yore step was light an' yore hair was brown,
        An' storms an' snows have had their way--
        Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray.

        Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray,
        An' the youthful pranks 'at you used to play
        Are dreams of a far past long ago
        That lie in a heart where the fires burn low--
        That has lost the flame though it kept the glow,
        An' spite of drivin' snow an' storm,
        Beats bravely on forever warm.
        December holds the place of May--
        Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray.

        Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray--
        Who cares what the carpin' youngsters say?
        For, after all, when the tale is told,
        Love proves if a man is young or old!
        Old age can't make the heart grow cold
        When it does the will of an honest mind;
        When it beats with love fur all mankind;
        Then the night but leads to a fairer day--
        Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray!


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  2. Joe(new york)2:59 PM

    "Nothing I can Do About it Now"
    Willie Nelson


    I've got a long list of real good reasons
    For all the things I've done
    I've got a picture in the back of my mind
    Of what I've lost and what I've won
    I've survived every situation
    Knowing when to freeze and when to run
    And regret is just a memory written on my brow
    And there's nothing I can do about it now.

    I've got a wild and a restless spirit
    I held my price through every deal
    I've seen the fire of a woman's scorned
    Turn her heart of gold to steal
    I've got the song of the voice inside me
    Set to the rhythm of the wheel
    And I've been dreaming like a child
    Since the cradle broke the bow
    And there's nothing I can do about it now.

    Running through the changes
    Going through the stages
    Coming round the corners in my life
    Leaving doubt to fate
    Staying out too late
    Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
    And I could cry for the time I've wasted
    But that's a waste of time and tears,
    And I know just what I'd change
    If went back in time somehow
    But there's nothing I can do about it now

    Running through the changes
    Going through the stages
    Coming round the corners in my life
    Leaving doubt to fate
    Staying out too late
    Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
    And I could cry for the time I've wasted
    But that's a waste of time and tears
    And I know just what I'd change
    If went back in time somehow
    But there's nothing I can do about it now.

    I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow
    And there's nothing I can do about it now

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