Here's one for your resolve Dave
and for all of us really
Whislt you have grown another year older
my father this past friday, Passed away
never to celebrate another
but thats ok.... He lived a full life, my dad
a good and fair honest man , really.
And a good dad to me and my family
having grown now and realizing that People are People
Even when in the case of our parents , eh?
ya can't want for more than that
so during our times of pondering ...."whats this whole shabang about"
I think it's rather simple
Live. Do well unto others and remember, this is what lifes about
It's that look that was on peters face
you saw this past weekend mate
I didn't write this Below but I tought it might be
fitting
Pondering old age
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well, my get up and go has got up and went.
But in spite of it all I am able to grin
when I recall where my get up has been.
Old age is golden-so I've heard it said-
but sometimes I wonder when I get into bed,
with my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup,
my eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
"Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?"
And I'm happy to say as I close my door,
my friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young, my slippers were red,
I could pick up my heels right over my head.
When I grew older, my slippers were blue,
but still I could dance the whole night through.
But now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent,
my get up and go has got up and went.
But I really don't mind when I think, with a grin,
of all the grand places my get up has been.
Since I have retired from life's competition,
I accommodate myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning, and dust off my wits,
pick up my paper and read the "obits".
If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead,
so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
...............and sory for being mushy
