Friday, June 03, 2005

Old Melody

The young at night
Drink and fight
And leave a lot of litter.

The old at dawn
Come along
To recycle empty bottles.

Pickers and leavers
Daylight grievers
Rest now your worn out waters

Tomorrow’s a song
We’ll sing along
No matter what happens
To our dreams and desires.

23 comments:

angel-A said...

this is so true:
Tomorrow’s a song
We’ll sing along
No matter what happens
To our dreams and ambitions.

good weekend to you, Russell!

Rik said...

This is a great blog you have here.
Very interesting to read, so I bookmarked it.
greets:)
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Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi angel-a! Thanks for the encouraging words. Good weekend to you too!
xoxox

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi rik! Thanks for visiting and for all the nice comments. Just checked out your blogs -- very interesting!

Anonymous Poet said...

It always 'twas. . . and always will be.

NicoleBraganza said...

The young at night
Drink and fight
And leave a lot of litter.

Some things never change.
I love the title too.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nicole! Yeah, pardom me for being trite, but the more things change the more they stay the same. Glad you came by for a read and thanks for the kind comments!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Pickers and leavers
Daylight grievers
Rest now your worn out waters

love this bit it reads like a song

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue, for your thoughtful and kind comments! True to the title, it basically is a song. Written in rhyme (I can hear Roger chuckling) it is a bit of a departure from what I usually do. Couldn't resist the inversion provided by the blank verse couplet at the end. Glad you enjoyed it!

gulnaz said...

this ole melody is so true to life, really liked it!
the last verse has burned into my mind.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks a lot Gulnaz, for your wonderful comments! And I suppose we should be addressing you as "Auntie" Gulnaz; congratulations on you sister's new baby girl! Observations on innocence and hope; now there's a cause for poetry if there ever was one! Looking forward to your new verses.

Jilly said...

Great!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Jilly! Your kind word is greatly appreciated! I have to tell you how many hours of pleasure and good reading your blog provides. Just have to take the opportunity again to say a big THANKS!

Pincushion said...

'Pickers and leavers
Daylight grievers
Rest now your worn out waters'

Succint and true! A summation of todays and tomorrows..with the litter of yesterdays..loved it!

angel-A said...

here just to say Hi!
and a nice week ahead for you and your fellow bloggers 0;-)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi pins! Thanks for the wonderful comments and the visit to my humble e-digs!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my angel! Just got through with my last class and was very happy to see a post from you!! Enjoyed the new pictures on your blog. The kids look special! You are too!!

Gama said...

This reminds me of old days when used to drink a lot when I mean a lot... That means a lot.
But I'm sober now.

angel-A said...

yes, Russell, boys are adorable, and i am not scared of them any more as I used to :-). finally.
my girl within is growing.
congrat-s with the last class!!!
your blog is getting better and better. a wonderful place to stay. thanks!!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi gama! Glad you came for a visit! Yeah, this is an old process (been through it myself). Thanks for the comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my angel! Glad your feeling good (better) about the girl inside. Mondays are long days for me - I start teaching at 9 AM and finish at 9 PM. I'm afraid we still have another week of this term (and then we're off with summer sessions), so the congrats are a little early. Glad you are enjoying my blog! I float with your words!

angel-A said...

teaching from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m.! on mondays. one needs great stamina and vocal cords to do that...
wish you enjoy the last week of teaching, Russell!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my angel! I can tell you've done some teaching. Holding the energy level up for each class is a real challenge on a long day like that. It's funny to see a bunch of teachers at the end of the day, filing in and out of the division office, practically whispering to one another or, just sitting in greatful silence.