Making it to 60

Greetings to all friends who are generous enough to follow this blog of mine. I appreciate it very much.

I (hopefully) make it to 60 today, 12th May 2019 (and a quick hats off to the late and great Ian Dury, with who I share a birth date and who gave me/us ‘Reasons to Be Cheerful’).

I have always loved George Carlin’s piece below, and it seemed like a good day to share it!

Meanwhile : Marc Mordey’s song….

60 years on, 

In the merry merry month of May,

Managed a little work

Enjoyed a great deal more of play

Been drenched in love and affection

Avoided most harms and misdirection

Laughed, cried, not much denied

A small measure of pain

Bucketfuls of joy

Tried to be a man

But better at being a boy!

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(photo : Helen Carey – the Queen of my dancing days – and I, in Aruba, February 2019)

George Carlin’s views on Ageing

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. ‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m four and a half!’ You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.

You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. ‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m gonna be 16!’ You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life … . You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There’s no fun now, you’re Just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80’s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime.

And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; ‘I Was JUST 92.’

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. ‘I’m 100 and a half!’

May we all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

 

 

 


BIRTHDAY GREETINGS :A poem written by my father – around the time of my birth.

My parents parted when I was very young and I never got to know my father, although I am glad to be able to say that I have been privileged to have been brought up and nurtured by the most wonderful family and have always been (and continue to be !!) spoiled for love.

I like this poem very much, and as it was my birthday recently, I thought I would share it.

Sometimes
to tell our thanks is to whisper
In the teeth of hurricanes.

As when the mountain flower,
Simple in her wildly morning state,
Assumes false dignity
In the sculptured prism of a vase:
Or the proud beast
Cage-dragged,
Shuffles off his best majesty-
Such then am I,
When I would make but minute mention of your worth.

For in the furnace, your worth
Grows mightier than just,
And I, as wordly chanceless
As a mute.