While fighting off senility,
To best of my ability,
It may sound like banality,
To say that rationality,
Is something that I seem to lack.
My skull is like an empty sack!
Thoughts follow scattered unknown trails,
Like a train run off the rails!
They wander off to who knows where?
Then pop up sometimes here or there!
An idiot's tale of sound and fury?
The Bard spoke well, so what’s my hurry?
JDL -- April 26, 2023
This is how I often feel as my physical and mental abilities diminish. Everything feels hazardous because forgetting some things is annoying, embarrassing and even dangerous!
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Does clicking the link make it work?
Thank you David Shayne for this fine link!
And more from others at:
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Waiting for the Sunrise with Les Paul and Mary Ford.
I loved the classic in the days when each day was a precious gift, as I watched the day begin over the lake!
I hope you will enjoy this video!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yH2ioBX_1k
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Coronach, by Sir Water Scott
He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.
The font reappearing
From the raindrops shall borrow,
But to us comes no cheering,
To Duncan no morrow!
The hand of the reaper
Takes the ears that are hoary,
But the voice of the weeper
Wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are serest,
But our flower was in flushing
When blighting was nearest.
Fleet foot on the correi,
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever!This poem is in the public domain.
