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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. Or even better yet, in words of fellow Irishman and poet, William Butler Yeats: WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney, I passed my brother and cousin: When we come at the end of time, For the good are always the merry, And when the folk there spy me, 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 Islewood's blog | login to post comments |