Hallo everyone. Lovely to be here with you all again.
It's that time when someone not a million miles from here has a birthday coming up once again, which made me think about time.
As the years go by, we surely realize just how precious that commodity is. Time to enjoy our families, our friends and loved ones. Time to enjoy the beauty of the world all around us. Time to enjoy all those simple things that can brighten our days, and mean so much.
|I so believe this is true, about giving someone your time. Actually taking the time to listen to what people have to say as well.|
Talking about time made me think about clocks, which made me think of one of one of my favourite poems by W.H.Auden. I hope you will enjoy it too.
Stop All The Clocks.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message, He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
(How special to have someone love you with a depth of feeling like that)
I first came across that poem whilst watching the film Four Weddings And A Funeral, and I have loved it ever since.
See you again soon little Bloggies. Take care.
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