The Rogue Speaks:
Remember when our school let out,
And the days were getting longer?
Now each day seems oh so short,
And for more time I hunger--
I’m not getting any younger!!
See! I told you! I said Jenny would spring something cruel on us! Hahahaha! She thought!!! But we KNOW her! Yes, we do! So we secretly prepared for her brutal attack on her loyal fans Shame on you, Jenny Matlock! You thought you had us, but noooooo! We didn't just fall off the turnip truck! If you will read the other offerings for this Saturday Centus, you will see that I am right!!
p.s. The music you hear is by Fredrick Chopin--it's the Minute Waltz!!!
27 comments:
Judie,
I love this! We all wish for more time, don't we? And you said it all in so few words. Brava!
Namaste..........cj
PS - Thanks for the Chopin - my favorite.
PPS - As to your comment on The Fifth Sister, just take down all the full length mirrors in your house.
Actually, I only have one full-length mirror, and there is a little flaw in it--it makes me look thin!!!
That's right! I remember getting out for summer break and it seemed to go on forever:@)
You are so darn smart. That'll learn her! :D
~Ames
Well done Judie!! Time is a fickle thing for sure...Peace and blessings
I'm always tickled that kids are SO-O-O anxious to get out of school for summer vacation, but as soon as school supplies appear in stores (right after July 4th) they can't wait to outfit themselves for the next school year.
When Keil went to work for the Hilton, he had a list of tools he needed for the job. He and I went to Home Depot, list in hand, and as we walked down the main aisle, Keil said, "Mom, it's just like buying school supplies!"
bittersweet memories, wow.
love your attitude.
true, summer time, days are getting longer, yet, we are not getting any younger.
cheers.
Happy Saturday.
Haha! Great poem Judie. Doesn't it seems a cruel irony of the Universe that the older you get the faster time seems to go! I can just remember a time in my infancy when an entire day seemed like an age, within the space of which almost anything could happen. Then in High School, each year seemed like geological era. Nowadays, on a nice Sunday like today, I feel I've barely finished breakfast and it's nearing noon already. And a year in England seems like a far too short space of time to properly get to know a place.
That's a great little poem and summary of life/time.
PS Hi Judie! I'm glad to be back. I missed you.
Be well.
xoRobyn
ain't it the truth. I can still remember as a kid how long the school year was. Now, I can't believe it when my grandkids go for a year in such a fast time.
Tough of not, you sure rose to that occasion. Clever poem.
Yes, time creeps up on us before we even know it, sometimes if we let it.
Makes me nostalgic for school days, this! :)
My Centus ~ Break Free
Less is always more, isn't it Judie. You did a great job and the music could not be more beautiful.
I could have sworn I made a comment yesterday. What happened?
Oh well, what I said was that I relate to this and that you did a great job with 25 words.
=)
Perfectly put! I remember that last month of school just before summer break - oh the anticipation! Summer seemed to last forever.
We are both hungering for more. Great use of the prompt, and you are SO right. Summer isn't nearly as long as it used to be. laurie
Very cute poem, Judie! Summmer seems to go by so much quicker these days than when I was a kid!
And every year, it seems that time whooshes by even faster.
I remember being nine and the entire year I was nine, I longed for the day I turned ten, the big double digits. That year passed like an eternity.
Now, it feels like yesterday.
Loved the poem, Judie. And as always, I love coming here and getting filled with your music. It restores my creative soul. I love that. And in fact, I'm going to go download some Aaron Copeland right now.
Oh this is great, and I'm not even sure what the prompt or rules were, since my son's wedding day kind of took up all my time....but your writing as always is great...and I'll have to check out what the Centus was this week, although I'm gonna skip it until next Saturday....catching up just isn't so much fun...have a great week and if I haven't said this lately, love your music always! Thanks!
Judie...I adore your sense of humour. Through Experience, as I learn more about blogging I realized I had not added your blog to my Inspirational Blog list...well my dear, you are happily sitting there now. Where can I get a mirror like you! (hee..hee) I really enjoyed this post. I was just talking to my daughter today about how the summer just goes whoosh! And then realized that the years are now going Whoosh...whoosh! I see why the post on my blog came at the right time for you. There is some syncronicity going on her. There is, at this time a lingering thought that time is getting shorter and yes, I am getting older..the bigger expanse of life is now behind me.How did we get here Oh Wise One! I guess that is Life...and your music is so peaceful..darn I have to go to work, just want to hang out on your Blog..Loving you!
Life summed up in a sentence or two...great as usual...
We used to have homework to do during summer breaks. Not fun at all!
Dear Judie,
I think you have struck a chord with your poem about our perception of time. Sad but true. I'm with you, I also wish for more time.
Thank you so much for visiting and commenting on my SC-post about moving heavy boxes of books.
If your ophthalmologist has said that you should not lift anything heavier than 10 pounds, I would like your Rod to know that you should never ever do that. Let someone else do the lifting! You are such a wonderful visual artist, painter. Take care of your eyesight.
In the beginning of my move, I got some help from a woman who had been in hospital for nine days in April for a ruptured appendix and was still wearing a special corset to prevent her getting a hernia. Needless to say, I only let her lift the lighter boxes. In the beginning I was perhaps overly ambitious and actually weighed each box and wrote the weight on each box. Now I stuff things is a paper carrying bag and guess at the weight.
Remember the little dog in Alfred Hitchcock's film Rear Window? He was lowed to the courtyard in a basket with ropes and pulleys. That is one of the ways that I have been getting my stuff out of the house - by lowing it with ropes over the balcony! Otherwise I would have worn out my legs going up and down the stairs. I do that enough as it is.
I really should not be blogging at all these days. Before I get back to work packing the upstairs and attic, I wanted to thank you for stopping by.
Best wishes,
Anna
P.S.
Nice music!
For the benefit of other readers:
Books are heavy-Anna's SC wk 63
that is so true isnt it. would love to go back to the past for a day to compare lol
My Centus
You need to come back from vacation right now. If you get all rested up, heaven knows what it will take to challenge you! ha!
Cute use of this prompt. You made it look effortless!
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