So long … been nice to know you:

I will not be comin’ back this way; I’ve tarried here too long from a shortening day.

Been interesting, but I got to go see what’s just over the hill. When a body is a part of the over-the-hill gang, you find a lot of fun just ever pokin’ your head up.

And since this old body long ago stopped ducking, the simpleton’s grin on the cragged old gob reminds that body that no bump is serious when you finally know the secret too the joke.

I’ve got miles to go and people to meet and places to see before I sleep, or in better words of one of me favorite American poets, Robert Frost:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Or even better yet, in words of fellow Irishman and poet, William Butler Yeats:

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Mackwahbee.

I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.

Thanks Yeats and so long to the rest of you.

If you can, lighten up. You got miles to go before you sleep.

There is no need for you to wave or word, I will not be looking back. I would not want to miss some byway off the road ahead.

Peace and love, it’s all you got in the end, but that's not the answer to the joke. You will have to discover that yourself.

Islewood

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Submitted by muddle on Sat, 05/06/2006 - 7:05pm.

We haven't seen eye-to-eye but I hate to see you go.

Stick around. Really.

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"Every time I'm in Georgia I eat a peach for peace."
--Duane Allman


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