The flags are flying high in the northerly winds this morning. Today is the birthdate of not only the Laird but also of Napolean Bonaparte, and Princess Ann,.
I don’t feel in a very good mood this morning, I can nt believe that I am now just 365 days from drawing my old age pension. I had hoped to be going out for a meal this evening with a friend but she is either too busy or has forgotten….
I also remember what 64 year old folk looked like when I was say, 20. Even 30. They lOOKED old. They ACTED old. They regailed you with tales of the Blitz or sang songs about bluebirds flying over the white cliffs of Dover. [They were grey when I saw them earlier this year.]They darned stockings and made you drink syrup of figs. They taught you about the commonwealth and spoke of "Values", like respect, civic pride and discipline. So where have my parents’ and my generations gone wrong? Honour was another thing that was important. Scoff if you will but when Britain ruled the waves we would send in a few gunboats to sort out the warring factions – not spend 4 weeks pussy footing about with semantics. Noone would have been allowed to flought international law as often and for as long as a certain country in the Levant.
Here in blogland it is sometime difficult to reply to deep meaningful items. I always try and refrain from letting rip in someone elses space. Occasionally I do put a potted,[I said potted not potty lol], point of view forward.However I have noticed,particularly with our colonial cousins, they delete items where you have raised particular points. One comes to mind re the use of metal detectors on archealogical sites and keeping recovered artifacts.I probably used the word ‘vandalism.’ Nothing, not a peep ! On my next visit both blog and comment had disappeared into the ether!
Maybe blogland should be the same as when you have a pint down the pub,or are a guest at a dinner party, you don’t mention wars, sex or religion. I want to exchange opinions,I want to hear the views of other bloggers,otherwise I will think I am right ALL the time…..and that would be boring ! Would nt it ?
And now,as one of our famous comedians used to say, for something completely different…….
This poem is to no one in particular, just to the echo of a memory that occasionally surfaces. A strand that has survived from 1963 and the days of Flower Power.
Possibly in a parallel universe two aging hippies are celebrating a wedding anniversary in conjunction with his 64th birthday..to Ashtoreth I pen this verse:
Now I’m 64
Now my hair grows so fine
will I be bald before it turns grey?
You never sent that valentine,
birthday greeting or bottle of wine.
Well fates decreed for you and me
that you would leave,lock the door.
You did nt need me, you simply freed me.
But now I’m sixty-four.
You have aged? Serenely too!
Soulmate, do you ever muse,
if I think of you.
The one you chose to lose.
Alone in the garden,painfully digging the weeds.
Who could ask for anything more?
You did nt need me,simply freed me,
But now Im sixty-four.
Each summer in a rented gite,
in rustic france,the solstice I greet,
Alone on holiday? Yes,thats me!
Are your petit-enfants on your knee?
I never knew what made you go,
nor what more from life you sought.
Noone has filled the empty space,
a broken heart is a lesson well taught.
Will you send a message. Drop me a line?
Simply asking," How are you"?
Will you wonder or think of me,
on the day that I am sixty-four?
HB [C] 2006