Last week I revisited the music of a man who made had the most impact on my life. Since I haven't posted any of his music for a long time I'm gonna make up for that today. Chose one of his new songs because taking a chance on the wind fits me fine.
Have a fabulous start of your week and do take a chance on the wind.
Enjoy your journey in the week to come.
The weekend has come and gone again, monday morning has arrived which means we all are in need of some music to start the week of right. Today and oldie of Eric Clapton to celebrate the start of a new season later on this week.
After a glorious weekend with lots of sunshine and being out and about monday morning has arrived and the rain is pouring down at the moment. Time to give you a song, a song about waiting, waiting for things to be bright, sunny, good again because we all know the rain might be around for a long time but it won't last forever.
Have a splendid start of your week which is filled with promises.
Today is a very special addition. Last week two men crossed my path and I liked them both. No they weren't eyecandy, their boyish good looks were already long gone but their spirit still soared in their thoughts. The first is a poem written by a man in geriatric institution which was found by a nurse after his death.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see? What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me? A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise, Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone, But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead. I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel. It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart. There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells, And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see. Not a cranky old man . Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
And now a man who won a song writing competition at 96!