THIS IS THE ARMY by IVRING BERLIN

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[Verse:]

We all have been selected from city and from farm

They asked us lots of questions, they jabbed us in the arm

We stood there at attention, our faces turning red

The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said:

[Refrain:]

This is the Army, Mister Jones

No private rooms or telephones

You had your breakfast in bed before

But you won't have it there any more

This is the Army, Mister Green

We like the barracks nice and clean

You had a housemaid to clean your floor

But she won't help you out any more

Do what the buglers command

They're in the Army and not in a band

This is the Army, Mister Brown

You and your baby went to town

She had you worried but this is war

And she won't worry you anymore

[Alternate verse from sheet music:]

A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe

They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law

They stood there at attention, their faces turning red

The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said

MY POEM TO MYSELF

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

(For now this is in a few of my blogs.) 

HOW I FEEL A LOT OF THE TIME

 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!  

                                                                                  ###                                                                               

WILL THIS PENGUIN MOVE?

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Does clicking the link make it work?  

A LIST OF INSPIRING QUOTES FROM SHAKESPEARE AND OTHERS

Thank you David Shayne for this fine link! 

 https://www.inspiringquotes.com/12-phrases-shakespeare-coined-that-we-still-use-today/YDFlwLQR2wAGlAm0?liu=4b072a0df7c134193ff47c1a45d870e2&utm_source=blog&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=1971875116

And more from others at:

www.inspiringquotes.com 

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WAITING FOR THE SUNRISE

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 Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott

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.

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