THE OLD MAN AND THE SEASON
In the unscheduled post which appeared here on my birthday (October 18th), my youngest daughter let the cat out of the bag — her old dog of a dad had just turned certifiably ancient, though I didn’t feel more than a day older than I did on October 17 as a young pup of 79. More’s the pity. Some say age is only a number….but it goes without saying that October is autumn. Yes, if you look at the calendar, September and November lay claim to autumn as well, but let’s be clear — nobody does autumn as well as October. So this will be a post of poems and quotes about aging and autumn, in that order (age before beauty).
AGE DEPLORE(s) BEAUTY
What passed for time
Before time was invented?
Before there was time,
How was time prevented?
If time had a beginning,
When did time start?
When it’s time that time end,
How will time depart?
Why are there times
When time frustrates and vexes….
And last, why must time
Do its thing to the sexes?
THE BIG FIX
While passing through,
I noticed that
this world is too much.
What big teeth it has.
What big eyes you need.
What big talk is heard.
Speak to me.
But not big.
I OF THE BE OLDER
If you think
I take life
too seriously you
are either
a night and
day younger than
I am or
I do.
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I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. –L.M. Montgomery
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves;
we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves. –Humbert Wolfe
Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day. –Shira Tamir
The tints of autumn … a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter frost. –John Greenleaf Whittier
For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October. –Hal Borland
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower. –Albert Camus
Spring is too rainy and summer’s too hot;
fall is soon over and winter is not. –Evan Esar
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. –George Eliot
Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying. –Langston Hughes
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. –William Allingham
NOTE: There have been many recordings of AUTUMN LEAVES over the years; I chose the French chanteuse Edith Piaf’s version because it was originally a 1945 French song titled “Les Feuilles Mortes” (“The Dead Leaves”), and because October (1963) is the month Edith Piaf died and drifted by the window.
painkills2 1:43 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink |
I searched and searched the internet for just the right Happy Birthday video. Enjoy 🙂
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mistermuse 7:20 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink |
LOVE IT!! Thank you, thank you!! 🙂 🙂
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D. Wallace Peach 8:38 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink |
Happy Birthday. Autumn is a wonderful time of year and life. 🙂 Enjoy.
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mistermuse 10:51 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink |
Thank you, Diana. I might as well enjoy the autumn of my life — I’ll be heading into the winter of my discontent soon enough!
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D. Wallace Peach 11:07 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink
It’s mostly in the mind. I’m in September, but living in May:-)
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arekhill1 11:18 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink |
‘Tis the season of big talk, Sr. Muse, so one of your efforts is well said and particularly well-timed.
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mistermuse 11:55 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink |
I can’t wait for the voters to turn the biggest talker into the biggest loser. But of course The Donald hates losers, so rather than admit he lost, he’ll claim (as he’s already doing) that the election was rigged. What a guy!
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Don Frankel 10:05 am on October 22, 2016 Permalink |
The Fix is in Muse. The Fix is in. Nothing we can do about it except squeeze every last drop out of it.
BTW your daughter did a helluva job there.
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mistermuse 11:59 am on October 22, 2016 Permalink |
All the more “helluva job” when you take into consideration that she has Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, an incurable disease by which physical and/or mental exertion cause extreme fatigue and ‘knock her for a loop’ for several days.
As for the “Fix is in,” The Donald’s antics would be laughable if they didn’t exacerbate an already over-polarized atmosphere in this country. The immediate aftermath of the election could be very interesting, to say the least.
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Mél@nie 11:53 am on October 23, 2016 Permalink |
mille merci for Edith Piaf… ❤ here's the most popular version performed by Yves Montand who first recites Jacques Prévert's famous poem:"les feuilles mortes…"
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Cynthia Jobin 12:58 pm on October 23, 2016 Permalink |
Prévert est un poète que j”aime bien…
“…Et la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit.
Et la mer efface sur le sable,
Les pas des amants désunis…”
merci bien d”avoir présenter ce “video”….
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Mark Scheel 7:31 pm on October 23, 2016 Permalink |
mistermuse,
Wonderful tribute–and most educational–by your daughter. And you certainly outdid yourself with the punning poems. Well, that’s your forte. Oh, and yes, belatedly here’s a very happy birthday wish. 🙂
Mark
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mistermuse 10:23 pm on October 23, 2016 Permalink |
Thanks to all for your comments. May you all age as beautifully as the autumn leaves. 🙂
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inesephoto 6:33 pm on October 30, 2016 Permalink |
Happy belated birthday! I am sure nothing changed two weeks later 🙂
Love the song Autumn leaves.
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mistermuse 12:02 am on October 31, 2016 Permalink |
Just as an aside, the English lyrics for AUTUMN LEAVES (originally a French song) were written by Johnny Mercer, who you no doubt know from his many hit songs such as MOON RIVER, DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES, and BLUES IN THE NIGHT (which gave me the idea for the title of my latest post, BOOS IN THE NIGHT).
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