Weak or strong
Last, or first
Weak or strong
Last, or first
What light through yonder window breaks? Why, it’s our long-lost friend the sun.
It’s a good day for conclusion jumping, claim jumping, line jumping, leap frogging, frog jumping; any other kind of jumping–for those so inclined. Makes me tired just thinking about it.
Beating the bushes for story ideas–at the same time, careful not to overlook the obvious.
Fingers didn’t move as fast as my mind worked. That will never change.
Sometimes I feel like the guy that spoke several languages; didn’t understand any of them.
Technology changed the world–changed the way we do things. Made the world seem smaller. In spite of advances, human nature never changed.
There’s comfort to be found when things don’t change too drastically, too quickly. I despise planned obsolescence, which seems to occur faster-and-faster.
I’m older, like to reminisce. Only people of my generation can relate to the same experiences. On some days, I feel like a twenty-year-old, trapped in a sixty-eight year old man’s body. Other days the opposite is true.
In the old days, we didn’t apply superlatives to everything that happened.
What would happen if a termite were taped to a splinter to remove it?
insisted, they wanted
but, really didn’t
When it got quiet
and too real
Just as soon
Not hear it
This is now
Whether it was
Right or wrong
Only time will tell
About it much
But, I used to
Dusty Springfield, half-whispered “You’ve Got the Look Of Love” from the bat-winged, ’64 Chevy Biscayne’s dashboard speaker; after a day in the hayfields. If only she were whispering to me–or so, I thought at the time.
If only all girls were like California girls. Everyone in far-off places seemed to be better off, have more fun–the grass was always greener. Pity the fools, desperate for good news that never came.
Past lives left behind in rear-view mirrors; chrome chariots pointed, anywhere but here. “Here” transmogrified into a catch-all phrase–meaning whatever predicament one happened to be in at that given moment.
Anywhere but here, was the new mantra. How could everybody be somewhere else, when some, somebodies had to stay behind, to make-up for those that went somewhere else?
If there is a point to all this–it is to make the best of where you are; right now, at this moment. Because, take my word for it, the grass is not always greener.
For of those to whom much is given, much is required. JFK’s observation in 1961, taken from Luke 12:48 KJV.
Nothing to lose
Thousands of reason
Why–tasks due today
Can wait till tomorrow
A risky road
“Sometimes popularity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
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