The World By It's Balls
Who knew at three what four had in store
The days and their moments were either and or
Who knew at ten, what thirteen would bring
As fifteen approached, and hormones would sing
Who knew at eighteen, that they had it all
You had the world, right by it's balls
Who knew at twenty, you stood at the gate
Who knew about patience, who bothered to wait
Who knew at thirty, that forty was near
Who listened to logic, thru triple pierced ears
Who knew at fifty, the glass was half full
Who learned the laws of gravity's pull
Tick tock
Pax
A
11/1/06
Reading Daibhidh MacAdhaimh's biographical poetry prompted me in this write, to dig out an old pic(at 16) and write a poem about youth. Our difference lies in the style of writes, he is dead on and exact as to his own memories, where as my writes are vague.
Vague is my ink of choice, my favorite color. Muuhaahaaa
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AND so is your heart and your poetic prowess..
Thanks for inspiring her, Daibhidh!
Love&Blessings, Rhonda
God Bless,
Lew
Love Tinka
Miss you,
CJ
You inscribe a lot of innate wisdom and intellect in this suave and sassy biography..
Whose the pretty one..;-)
Peter
This is, of course, bittersweet and all things created are embraced by the relentless fingers of entropy. I can imagine that many in public forums do not post pictures of themselves because of how they appear. I notice also in many that people post pictures of themselves when they were young.
Who can understand Gods creation: " for it is appointed unto man once to die and after that the judgement."
Stand Strong ...
great write ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Rusty
I also love the picture, beautiful girl who grew up to be beautiful lady inside and out.
Fee
Bom Bhole!
Roshan
I am struck by this line - each of the three decades piercing our ears with so much information passed off as logic as to how we should act, and how things are. No wonder that by the time we are 50 gravity pulls, and I don't mean physically. The supposed logic that we were bombarded with and saw in youthful extremes succumbs to the pull of gravity as 'logic' falls into grey areas. We see with despair what we could not see in youth, the law of social gravity pull down the moral fabric that has ensured our freedoms, security and helped us define right from wrong and good from bad. At 50 + our ears are pierced with rings of introspection and reflection as we ponder these things and wonder where the forty nine years have gone - time is so fast. But our ears are also mercifully pierced with release from the drives that pursued us in our youth. We don't have to prove ourselves anymore.
I am encouraged to read that you wrote the 'glass is half full' and not half empty. We put into our glass only what we want to drink. May the remaining half or your glass, Anita, be filled - and continuously topped up - with the choicest of wine. And may your ears be pierced with optimism and God's richest blessings.
Thanks for sharing this reflection, and thanks also for reminding us of how beautiful youth looks.
Great minds work together and tap in on wave links all the time.
tick tock!
Love,
Susan