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Thu 4 Nov, 2004 01:31 pm
Why should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist
Turn to a drunken journalist;
A girl that knew all Dante once
Live to bear children to a dunce;
A Helen of social welfare dream,
Climb on a wagonette to scream.
Some think it a matter of course that chance
Should starve good men and bad advance,
That if their neighbours figured plain,
As though upon a lighted screen,
No single story would they find
Of an unbroken happy mind,
A finish worthy of the start.
Young men know nothing of this sort,
Observant old men know it well;
And when they know what old books tell
And that no better can be had,
Know why an old man should be mad.
Is it okay to be just a bit disgruntled?
Roger--
Have you no Irish in your blood? The Irish are not a disgruntled people.
i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna dance the whole night through
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy
i'm dancin' 'cause i feel good inside
i got the feelin' that money just can't buy
i may be dreamin' or is it my reality
i'm a believer and i believe i'm free
i can be happy because i want to be
don't need nobody to say what's right or wrong for me
i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna dance the whole night through
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy
i'm movin' to where i wanna go
feelin' the rhythm lettin' my body flow
made a decision to control my destiny
don't wanna sit back watchin'life pass me by
i wanna get up, you know i gotta fly
won't ever give up until i'm happy, joyous and free
i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna dance the whole night through
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy
i just wanna be happy, joyous and free
happy, joyous and free
you know i wanna be happy, joyous and free
happy, joyous and free
i just wanna be happy, joyous and free
happy, joyous and free
i feel good inside
you know i wanna be happy, joyous and free
i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna have an ocean view
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy
Old men have memories
of days
when Winters were colder,
of nights
when whisky was stronger,
of years
that passed by in the blink of an eye.
Young men have dreams
of days
full of action,
of nights
laced with passion,
of months
that drag on and never will end.
Boy...am I glad I'm not an old man.
Old man joke:
Nursing Home
A man took his elderly father to a nursing home to check it out. He sat his father down on a sofa in the main aisleway and went to talk with the administrators.
The old man started to tilt slowly toward the left. A Doctor came by and said, "Let me help you." The Doc piled several pillows on the left side of the old man so he would stay upright.
The older man started to tilt slowly to the right. An orderly noticed and put several more pillows on his right side to keep him upright.
The old man started to lean forward when a nurse came by and piled several pillows in front of him. About this time, the son returned.
"Well, Dad, isn't this a nice place."
The old man replied, "I guess it's ok, but they won't let me fart."
Yeh, I still dont know what I really wannna do when I grow up.
farmerman wrote:Yeh, I still dont know what I really wannna do when I grow up.
Oh, I don't intend to ever grow up. What a bore that'd be.
Frank--
No one would ever call you "old"--few people can outrun you.
Merry Andrew--
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Love the verse. Yours?
Farmerman--
Grow up? You're old--like an oak tree.
Noddy24 wrote:
Merry Andrew--
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Love the verse. Yours?
Guilty, I'm afraid. Just a piece of doggerel.
Quote:Old men have memories
of days
when Winters were colder,
of nights
when whisky was stronger,
of years
that passed by in the blink of an eye.
Young men have dreams
of days
full of action,
of nights
laced with passion,
of months
that drag on and never will end.
Much better than doggerel.
Merry Andrew--
A modest poet is almost an oxymoron--but you prove the paradox exists.
Old people, that reminds me.
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now - Dylan
Although I do meet once a week with a group of retired professionals I find the surest way for an old man to be mad is to hang out at the Senior Citizen's Center or the Elk's Lodge.
I will not comment about what I see there because I don't wish to insult anyone.
God willing that no bad accidents enter the picture every red blooded boy eventually grows old and even though his exterior structure grows wretched a much younger heart complete with the urges of the young man continue.
I am 68 and divorced. I will NOT settle for the private company of a woman over 45 and that is how I stay happy rather than being mad.
Let me also add that good looking, slim, able-bodied women 40-45 don't grow on trees and are not easy to come by either.
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