Good morning, WA2K radio.
Izzie, that was a beautiful poem by Robert Burns. I have genetic ties to the Scots. Here is a poem that opposes his observation.
Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
Dys and Rock, thanks for the smile this early morning. Them Ozark Dare Devils are aptly named.
Never heard that last song you played, Kansas. Will listen again shortly.
edgar, Paul got better as he got older, methinks. Thanks for that one by him, Texas.
Somehow, I am thinking of Matt Monroe this morning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ChoOH3RAUA&feature=related
Guess what that song alluded to, folks.
Thanku for all your good wishes. x
