My youngest son is 17 today. I used to have kids, now there are these young men wandering about the place.
Congratulations to the lad and his dad.
I thought this thread was gonna be about Sandy Denny…
Slan,
D.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I’d something more to say
God rest her soul.
Who knows where the time goes.
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it’s time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it’s time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it’s time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
Slan,
D.
Yep Dubh, kids grown, 50 next week, 35 years of dancing next month. It was only natural that song would pop into my mind when I wrote the thread title.
Great poems. How true. How sad.
They forget one thing. Grand kids.
When my kids were little they thought I knew everything.
I was the greatest.
As they got older, they knew exponentially more then I’ve ever learned.
I was an obstacle.
Now I have a granddaughter who thinks I know everything.
I’m the greatest once again.
JB,
I know exactly how you feel,I’ll be 48 this year.
Fly,
They are lyrics to Sandy Denny songs. Check her out. I would post up some links but I gotta dash..working day starts soon…too soon alas.
Slan,
D.
Just seeing those words again reminded me that life is good and cheered me up no end. 
48??? Why, lad, you’re still just a young pup!
Judy Collins does a very lovely version of that song as well.
Will O’Ban
PS: Sorry if I butted in, but I couldn’t help adding those tidbits. 
I play the same game Will. My boss (and good mate) is just a fortnight younger than me and come this time of year he knows he’s got to put up with two weeks of being called “young’un”.
Anybody a day younger than yourself is a “know nothin’ youngster” and anybody a day older is a “boring old fart”. (Present company excepted of course) 
The posts here reminded me of a strange phenomenon I see in my work: I work in an allergy/asthma clinic but spend some time each day working in the research department where they do drug studies. We screen many people each day for various studies and I would guess that 80% of the time when I ask how old a person is, they tell me their age at their next birthday–as in … “I’ll be 47 in August” or “I’ll be 29 next month.” It’s rare for an individual to give me their actual age.
Why do you suppose that is?? It’s bad enough to have to tell people how old I really am, let alone advance it voluntarily.
Susan
John - my oldest will be 18 on March 2nd! 
He’s 6 inches taller than me (but still a skinny kid). I often wondered if we’d EVER get to this point, but he’s turned into a pretty darn good guy, and at least he knows what he wants to do with his life.
Since MY birthday is next week . . . . . . I don’t want to talk about age.
Missy
A sublimely beautiful song by a peerless artist.
BTW, Sandy Denny recorded solo, quite a bit with Fairport Convention and with the Strawbs and Fotheringay. Everything she did is worth hearing and some of it is not to be missed. Best female folk-styled singer of her generation, bar none. Most of her records are in print.
I believe a four CD box set has just come out. I haven’t seen it yet but it promises to be an excellent way for newcomers to her music to get a satisfying chunk. (Trust me, with Sandy one or two CDs are nowhere near enough.)
I’m with you there Wombat,all the way.
Slan,
D.
I have often noticed this myself but have no theory has to why people do it 
Slan,
D.
PS:
Thank’s Will