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I wonder when. I wonder when the get up and go really got up and went I wonder when spending time just became time spent When holidays use to be time off, instead of time on When a happening happened, not happening to be gone When running around the track, to make sure I didn't lose became unable to walk a mile in someone else's shoes When an awakening, was just before getting out of bed Now not an awakening of my body, but my mind instead When pictures started to paint a 1000 word and more But reading a thousand words just makes my eyes sore. When I stopped seeing my as , and see them as adult and try to remember what that was like, and how I always felt And wonder if they will go through, what I've been through And how can I show them, to do, what I didn't do I wonder when It happened I wonder if I ever could be told I wonder about that day I wonder when I became old |
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My sentiments too, Jiminy.....LOLOL
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I agree so much Jiminy, and getting old, wiith all that pain oof remembering the better times can be bad. Some people wont let the baby Jesus into Christmas any more, his Birthday. ith nothing to ceebrate, there is no CHRISTmas. Our kids still visit the crib, why stop all that and take away their excitement.
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I have to agree with you too Jiminy. Isn't it something to see kids grow up into adults before your very eyes? Alfie...
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I agree so much Jiminy, and getting old, wiith all that pain oof remembering the better times can be bad. Some people wont let the baby Jesus into Christmas any more, his Birthday. ith nothing to ceebrate, there is no CHRISTmas. Our kids still visit the crib, why stop all that and take away their excitement. You know as we get older some chances for things are taken away. We think of those chances more than what they really were. Then to top it all off we focus on those chances we are going lose. we rage at the loss. We never realize the full capacity of what we actually have, at the time we have it. For some they even fail to see chances they have left, blind by the loss But most never realize that getting older actually gives us new chances I think we should leaves judgment of others, self righteousness, and vanity to the young, They have the most to learn from it. Isn't the most important thing about Christmas, what you think of it? Are you going to let what other think change that. when something is spiritual does it matter what others think? My meaning for the holidays, was that we measure time with it, like the different seasons and different years. Holidays were time off from our daily routine. Time to sit back and see more of life My meaning for when we get older is that holidays are a time we are on, time to find those things we had forgotten, time to share with the people we love.. Time, however, as we get older is measured only by the fact we can not hold it back. Time is on for us, and the clock keeps ticking.
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Rocket .Roses, Alfie, thank you I hope you found something in it, that means something to you
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Young and old are terms we throw around, like they really mean something, When it's something we don't think about and just live, whatever that is, then we're young. young is how we view now and the future When we see we lost something, can't get it back, see time as running out and live that way. Then we're old. just a different view of now and the future. One must consider the true essence of what are, different views of the same thing. Young is the view that the impossible can become possible Old is the view that the possible, can become impossible. For things to make sense to me, they have to apply in different way. For example we talk a lot here of politics. Liberals take the young view, Conservatives take the old view. We see old and young as good and bad. Many would assume, that statement sides with the young. But I do not see it that way. Both fail to take the correct view, one that, is neither old nor young To only view.... that the possible, can become possible. It doesn't just apply to politics, it doesn't even have to apply to politics. It applies to both the young and old in all of us. So, yes I have become old, old enough to see the different views of the same thing. I would hope that everyone who reads the poem, doesn't see it as all true. It's just my view of different truths, and my idea that sometimes what you would see as old and young, doesn't have to be true at all. My actual personal view, is from the womb to the tomb, all the different views, all the different truths ....are the same truth, It's life. There is no correctness in any of this, there's just choice.
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light Dylan Thomas. *********** *********** To be young and have a blazing light And fear and grieve with all my might To see a light that will blaze no more And has left me standing at the door. My truth, the light does not blaze Just shines for me throughout my days And if the light doth shine no more For me it will have opened the door. I will not rage at the dying light. But accept it, for what is right And rejoice, if only on my own That a light for me has shone And if only darkness should prevail I'll have known a light that did not fail.
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