Saturday, November 19, 2011

What seems like just yesterday...Once Upon a Christmas..

     Today has been a very productive day, working outside to finally complete pre-winter yard work and to have pre-Christmas preparations underway.
     I have come in this evening to work at a particular story when I came across this story written some time ago, when the children were well on in their teens and the youngest at least a preteen.
Reading this through it's hard to imagine we are now well beyond those years.
It's true, life is change and every few years we will find ourselves amazed at what we have learned in facing many changes and how much we have grown from those changes.  
Christmas is definitely one of the seasons in our years when we reflect on so much.  I'm doing a little reflecting this evening after having read this old piece while working on a new piece in the hopes  of sharing it in time for Christmas.

Once Upon a Christmas
By Cathy Nevin

  In every corner of every room there is always something out of place, most often it’s toys!  Lego creations steal every portion of the diningroom floor that would otherwise be available to step up to ones chosen place of seating at the table.  In the boys closet a Playmobil village has sprung up in the last twelve hours; in the closet to keep it unannounced to abombinable monster that would be their little sister!  As the monster grows to her own age of grand creativity her room becomes either Barbie Suburbia or the local grocery store, where intruding brothers only shop when given special invitation!

That was then, this is now and toys have been set aside in the Rubbermaid Totes, claiming a corner of the basement!  Now the out of place items seem to be socks that never made it to the laundry, but have been plunged to the dark recesses beneath the sofa cushions, a multitude of shoes and collections of teen movie, music and horse and rider magazines. I think this too shall pass and realize rather sadly, that is just how we came to be at this point in our life…the days of lego, dollys’, sticky finger prints and table forts have indeed passed. Our children have evolved as the playmobil closet is now just full of clothes for the younger brother in his paint blackened room, the elder brother has moved into what he refers to as his basement apartment and the little sisters once Bubblegum pink, Barbie adorned room has a gentler colour scheme and is adorned by all that is horses!

With Christmas not so far I notice the Christmas catalogue has nary a dog eared page, no pages missing and even about three months after it’s arrival looks relatively untouched!  Santa won’t hear from my children this year and it now dawns on me it’s been a couple of years since our youngest wrote. Perhaps I’ll write; not willing to let go!  Santa always seemed to make the perfect choice, despite the painstaking task of prioritizing the list.  Now rather than hand me a page ripped in sheer excitement from the Sears catalogue, I might find sticky notes with short scribes, written with excitement equal to and resembling their earliest indecipherable notes to Santa all those years ago!   As big as our children wish to be seen; maturity, age, etc., Christmas morning they are suddenly regressed to those excitable little tots whom you lost count of how many times have entered your room asking, “ What time is it”.  With the right amount of sleep, we treasure that our children continue to awaken us with eyes bright and full of wonder asking for permission to retrieve their stockings!  We are reminiscing while learning to embrace their new age; not to mention ours!

I wish you with young children a long winters nap Christmas Eve, as I know “with eyes bright and full of wonder”, can begin as early as 4am Christmas Day! Whether young or young at heart may you keep the child in you and share all that Christmas truly is.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

It's real.

Cold bites at my feet, I shiver.
Everyone is near, but I feel alone.
Sorrow has come and will come again.
There must be a mistake, because this doesn't feel real.
My son is right, Cancer is a bitch.

Words to the Soul

The words from the paper fill me with such a sorrowful realization
Though there is love all 'round, darkness will fall.
While not fully understood each one digests the truth in their own way.

I have read beautiful but wakening, sad words.
My eyes well up, a sting of tears upon my face and the sting of truth upon my heart.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Of Words spoken...

Tonight my friend and I went to our first Poetry reading.  The focus of this evenings reading was with guest writer Joe Denham.   His words soaked into my being and took me away to where his writings grew from and I wrote a very short piece from that sense of having been taken on a journey to a place he wrote of but that I could see and feel with minds eye.

Lulled to what feels like dream filled sleep on wafting words.
Thy mind a destination
mapped by details spun from tales fed across seeing lips
That share in awe for this wondrous world that now lies before me.

We plan to attend a workshop soon as well.  Where once I was "afraid" for lack of a better word, as with a number of opportunities before, I will go forth and be confident, even in reading of our own words!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

This I Vow!... from the play of lighted screens to a beautiful screening of lights!

The Man on the seen August 18th/11

Last week my husband and I were both off for the week!  Yay holidays!   Having recently made note of our  rituals oft' taking place after no, get your mind out of the gutter....I'm talking about the t.v and the computer, we took a vow for our holiday week.    He would not indulge in television shows and I would not be immersed in Facebook; or internet biways!  
It was a good week...quite enjoyable.   We had a couple of days of simply puttering about getting our "Honey Do" tasks complete and a couple of days of little road trips to points north and north east.  

On one particular evening the moon so bright for viewing, I indulged in our son's viewing scope on the tripod and spent a couple of hours looking to the sky!   A gorgeous evening and I found myself inspired to write as well!
Here are a couple sampling's from my time beneath the stars.

Sky Lit Ponderings
Here I sit upon my front porch step,
Previously at the hour locked focus on a brightly lit screen.
Awakedness slowly stolen 'til it's suddenly time for bed.
But not tonight, no screen before me,
but a nightscape of clouds and sky and stars and an orchestra of night sounds filling up my head.
Techno release.

He reads, I write.
With hours to while we fill the night.
Embracing words in mind, in pen.
So quiet, so much to hear.
Of books, his quest.
A silent light, thy time will test.
Busy hands release thoughts,
Mine eyes to focus barely listening.
A step outdoors, takes me in,
I look to wonder where have I been;
While night quiet I hear, too the beauty is loud.
How could I now retire to sleep.

Monday, August 15, 2011

In the Scheme of things....Bye, bye Baby.

It's been a long day...I had a big ol' cry tonight while watching Toy Story 3, ...the subject matter too close to home.  Change is constant in life and while we know about certain changes, the inevitability of, when they present,  we sometimes find we haven't been quite so honest with ourselves at all in how we thought we would react,  or adjust to these changes.   I am there.   I knew it was coming and thought I was prepared.   Two of our three children have already left the nest; one having returned this spring - while temporarily.  
This time IS different, it's...THE BABY!   The only daughter!  ...not that having another daughter would make it any different or easier, it's just so in your face!   This is it, she's heading away to school...there's no turning back the hands of time!  Oh how I wish I knew that last evening of playing barbies with her was the last...when did we last play house, or have a tea party?    I know you certainly don't make a point of playing and telling your child, " this is the last time we will ever play dollies together!", but somehow you believe there should have been something to alert you, it just might be.   I know too well I have to be so thankful to have her to enjoy and celebrate so many more events, moments and milestones in her life and keep reminding myself of that.  Very recently a family I know lost one of their children in a tragic accident; their daughter and I can't help but think about their loss.  They have lost their child, a part of their family and are now going over every moment they had with her and while rejoicing in what memories they have of her, wishing there could be more time to make more precious moments.   We don't know what time we have and indeed that I am fortunate enough to see her going on to a new adventure in her life is a gift.  
I know I'll be fine as her Dad and I adjust and I do a tiny bit of "refurbishing" in her room that is now merely a shell of what it was before the elements of her "character" had been transported to her new digs in the city.  Dad is pretty quiet about it all but when the "goodbyes" come, I know it's going to hit hard.   I recall the day we brought her home from the hospital and he had tears rolling down his face and I asked what was wrong, and he said he wasn't sure, but that it was hard to believe we had a daughter, a little girl.
Of course there is sadness in the realization that it's true, time does go by so very fast, but joy in knowing what wonderful discoveries lie ahead for her and that she will be excitedly sharing them with us as they come and go and she blossoms even more as a person in who she is and what brings happiness and fulfillment to her in becoming that person and the learning along the way.
Bye bye to our Baby, as she says "Hello" to a world at her feet.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

In a Season's Embrace

Thunder is heard from afar, while the sky is bright with sunshine.   Little by little the shimmering white clouds are gently pushed aside and a deep chrome grey blankets the sky.

Upon venturing just beyond the front porch, barely can I ascertain that it is actually raining and while indeed it is only barely raining, I hear the sound of rain drops gently slipping from leaf to leaf as they fall upon the trees and below the lush green canopy!

Such a welcome sound both thunder and rain, if only briefly the heavy air enjoys some relief.   I breath it in and savour it's pleasure.  Hot heavy summer haze, be gone if only for a little spell!   Summer days and summer daze have their place in summer ways, but I can't deny my thoughts of Autumn, my desire for a crisp autumn day, made only better in the perfect comfort afforded by a favourite sweater!

I'll not be hasty in wishing the summer away when there is much yet to be enjoyed but I'll not forget what lies ahead in a painted landscape and in natures autumn fragrance.  Rain too will come then and we will be joyful in that is it's time.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

A Song to Sing...

I did it again!  Last night just before the end of the fire works in both Port Hope and Cobourg I hiked to the top of the nearby sand hill and sang O'Canada, as I almost always have for many years on Canada Day following the Great thundering finale to the fireworks display in both towns.
This year I carried a tea light in a clear plastic cup with me.   I think I should have others with me to experience this little tradition of mine.  I love that my voice is carried away from such a high point to be heard by who knows whom; hopefully in tune of some degree.  Last year unbeknownst to me there was a family parked at Ross St. and down on the playing field and when I finished they clapped and cheered.  This year there was absolutely no-one, but the satisfaction was as just!
I can't imagine how lovely it would sound to have at least a small chorus of people join me!   To this point the most eager co-participant I've had join me is one of our cats!

Spring Chickens and Hot summer daze!

I thought I'd take a little early evening stroll through the Arts tents tonight at the Waterfront Festival, but upon arrival at the park realized most exhibits; private vendors aside, were closed.   I had no idea what was playing at the bandshell so left the park as quickly as I came in.
John was home nursing a very bad ear infection so I decided to take a stroll through the downtown core on my way back to the car.   A beautiful summer's eve at hand I suddenly felt like a young carefree girl strolling the avenue.   Once I returned to my car and turned the radio on I was happy to find Randy Bachman on the CBC playing some great tunes...and that just set the tone for my drive home!   I completely forgot myself in the music while at the same time was more than aware of myself when at one of the stoplights in a moment of "free spiritedness"  I reached to the back of my head to release the hair clamp and quickly pull the hair elastic from my upturned pony tail and whilst turning my head from side to side, and tussling my hair loose with my fingers felt the essence of summer taking over me!  I could have driven for hours then with the play list rolling across the airwaves, a summer breeze and clear skies!   It could only have been better had I had company and many more hours of daylight!   I love a good drive and know there will be many this summer...well as long as gas doesn't get any crazier in cost, otherwise I'm looking into a couple of trips on the can't be too much worse in cost and I still get to enjoy lots of countryside!
Here's to feeling like a spring chicken thanks to sweet summer days, great music to cruise to and a youthful spirit(as once more I flip my locks and close my eyes in the imagined daze of a sweet summer day)!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Into The NIght: Part 2 of Uhaul and Sleep and Save on Parking

...And so it is indeed that there are no rooms available at ANY inn in the city; with thanks to the ridiculous following of the UFC, happening now at the Rogers Centre right here in Toronto.    We pull onto a little side street to set up our sleep quarters for the night. We are lucky to have the deluxe room with a third upright sleeper available which serves as a perfect extension of the other two available; translation: we can take turns leaning in that direction and enjoy the options available for leg room and pillow placement.

We leap out onto the pavement and go to the cargo area to check on the most precious of cargo. We open the door to reveal them tucked very carefully and strategically into the corner closest to the door. Their eyes seem to brighten as they hear our voices. We tuck them in, ensuring their warmth with one of the packing blankets and assure them we will return. We bid the little Teddy Bear hamsters good night and pull the door shut and lock it up knowing they are safely tucked in for the night.

There is a little mall of sorts on our side of the street so we decide to go for a little walk around the block ending up in the mall where we will use McDonalds washroom; out of necessity following a final pre-bedtime beverage and an opporutunity to freshen up before turning in.

We climb into our "bunks" adjust blankets and pillows and nestle into our most comfortable positions; at least as comfortable as one might find until ones body protests and the need for a new "comfortable" position arises.
No real measure of sleep comes any time soon, only small increments of "dozing" which translates to hearing every little thing happening there on Selby St..

I have deduced from comings and goings that on the south side of the street at least two of the homes are inhabited  by college/university students.   I ponder that they have been out to a club or private home party and are returning for the evening, though also make a couple of trips to the mall closest to us on the north side of the street.   One such inhabitant whom I am certain is familiar with the area rushes to the doors only to find them locked up tight and then rattles them a couple of times and then as if in great desperation paces back and forth looking into the building.   She is perhaps hoping for the sudden appearance of joe anyone to let her in so she may have access to an atm or to the much sought after McDonald's coffee?
I rather like watching the world from eye level behind the safe cover of my bright red sleeping bag and whilst appearing to be someone who has simply pulled over to sleep off a long days journey in hauling unknown manner of cargo from no-one knows where!  In onlookers minds, I am just a stranger, but in my overactive mind, I am posing as "average joe" stranger, all the while on a very very top secret, most important stake out of epic proportion, sure to be worthy of a high level of commendation in its completion.

My watch continues...One home is inhabited by one young man, appearing to be a bachelor.   He arrives home alone just as the party goers arrive home next door.    He pays no mind to them, appears  awkward and hurried as he unlocks his door and enters in.  He  has ear length curly untamed hair, is tall and lanky and wears wire rimmed glasses.  He is carrying books.  I try to conjure a glimpse into his  being but I am getting sleepy and it's too much work to put a great deal of thought into.

After having obviously dozed off at least briefly I awake to the sound of a car door slamming shut,  and look up to see what I think is a cop.   I  shake John's arm, "the cops are here...are you ready?"!

John replies he is ready.   We both watch as he seems to survey our unit only for a fleeting moment makes a quick inquiry on his radio and then walks past to the car  behind us and John watches via the side mirror unnoticed.  The vehicle is ticketed.   The cop then walks to the vehicle directly in front of us and proceeds to write it up as well.    He confidently but in a relaxed manner as well walks back to his little vehicle, hops in and drives away into the night.
John laughs as I exclaim, "That was close!", and then he tells me that was not a cop but the City of Toronto parking authority.    I'm actually disappointed.   I like the feeling of "rebelness" in imagining a confrontation with the law, or at the very least LOOKING suspicious!   John adjusts in his sleep quarters and is soon fast asleep.   I keep watch for a while, see a young couple saunter down the street toward's quiet enough they walk without care right down the middle of the road and then doze off if only briefly.

A couple of young ladies rambunctiously exit the "party house" and approach the car ahead of us and are talking rather loudly; must have been a great party and they might actually be venturing on to another party.   The owner of the car stops to unlock the vehicle when she exclaims, "FUCK, not another one...god dammit they fucking ticketed me again!!!", "I can't fucking believe it!" .
She and her friend leap into the car and drive away.   It is deduced she is, hmmm, angry and she has parked here and has been ticketed here on previous occasion!   Their mood doesn't seem affected by the unwanted surprise though.  I doze off.

A cat fight has ensued and I am once again jolted to immediate awakedness as of course the sound is equal to the desperate cries of an infant child.   When this happens at home it's bad enough to feel the need to rush downstairs to the porch and call out for one of our own cats pleading for them to return to the safety of home for the nights remaining hours.   I wanted to make a rescue but this is not my "hood" and I dare not  rush out into the dark of the city's night.   I see a racoon cross a lawn to our left and shudder to imagine he could have been the opposition the cat may have met!   then a large cat appears and meanders up to the front stoop of the house where a group of students had come back to earlier and they hear him and the girl with the pretty red hair and kind smile opens the door and attempts to invite kitty in...I can't help but guess that she isn't so at ease with cats because she never offers to actually pick kitty up and take him into the house but stands awkwardly waiting for him to enter in instead.  She begins closing the door at least twice but opens it again and then finally succumbs to impatience and closes the door before the cat has any further opportunity to accept her invitation in.

the night rolls on and I  slip into "almost" sleep over and over  and can't  help but wonder  how it is that each time  I open my eyes John is sleeping seemingly deeply and at times making funny noises in his state of sleep.  Little wispy airy sounds escape his mouth, or on the verge of snoring/scraping throaty sounds interupt the silence.

I must finally have given my body and mind over to unconsciousness and now open my eyes to daylight...though very 6 a.mish!   John bids good morning and is venturing off for mornings first coffee.  I'm in for a coffee but not ready to partake in any form of breakfast menu.

the birds are singing and it is obvious it will be a glorious day...great for moving but would have made for an even better day to enjoy a leisurely drive and random discoveries along the way!   Oh well, I've rather enjoyed feeling like an undercover agent on a top secret stake out of some kind.  There was a little of that "outsmarting the cop" feel to it as well when upon realizing the "cop" was just parking authority, we had somehow pulled one over on him!   Apparently I may need more adventure in my life...or paintballing or something like that!...maybe Murder Mystery dinner theatre would suffice!  Bahahahaha!

Following that first morning coffee I soon come to the decision that I have reached the moment where my body begs to be fed!  John graciously offers to return to McDonalds; amazing how good their food and beverage seems in our circumstance of bare bones accommodation.

while John goes off into the wilds of the jungle for sustainance, I can't help but notice a car suddenly pull up on an angle in front of our unit.  I panic a little as I am in the midst of changing into fresh attire for the day; beneath the security of my  sleeping bag draped over me.   I quickly pull my pants up from my ankles and thankfully already have my fresh top in place, make a quick glance to the side mirror and push bangs to one side and finger other hairs into place falsely agreeing with myself in feeling that my hair looks properly coiffed.   The slim pleasant  looking parking authority; not cop, approaches as I roll down the window.
"Good Morning", I say with a wide friendly non-threatening smile.
"Good morning", he says, "You're moving today?".
I  replay w/o  wavering, " Yes my husband is just getting coffee for us and we'll be on our way.".
"All right, no problem then, you have a great day!"
"thank you", I say, "Take care and you have a great day too!".
John returns with my gourmet breakfast, I dine and appreciate every morsel of the lovely McDee's breakfast afforded me!
We then hop out, go to the rear of our unit and retrieve the hamsters to join us in the cab of the truck as we will now make our way to our sons new apartment complex.   The unofficial stakeout has now come to a close.
The Apartment is only about 5 minutes from where we are.   Pulling up in front of our sons new home I can't help but imagine how amazed he would with the nature of our evenings adventure  had we truly been "undercover" in a greater sense than simply staying warm beneath sleeping bags in the city without a place to sleep. Of course we could not divulge our involvement with such a stakeout and it would all proudly take on our duty as the eyes of the city!  hahahaha!
I contemplate the purchase of a retired UHaul to convert to an undercover unit of no official use beyond imagined stakeouts!  It was a "moving" experience!

Monday, May 2, 2011

U-Haul and Sleep and Save on parking!

Just this past weekend we had the pleasure of moving our youngest son from one apt. in Toronto to another and as in most instances once again returned to our favourite moving resource, U-Haul!   While waiting to hear for certain which day we would in fact begin the moving process; out of one unit and the following day into the other.  Once we had confirmed the move in day, we booked the U-Haul and proceeded to check on hotel availability!  
In checking online for hotels on Thursday evening, I found there was no available properties, but "hey" no panic, I'll look again Friday night after work.   Uh oh, same scenario Friday evening online and again told myself, no biggie, returning to the internet Saturday morning.  Nothing...and in making calls to a number of sites, including a few bed and breakfast, found nothing once again!   Still feeling somewhat confident we decided we wouldn't worry and check on accommodations once again following the first phase of the move-the move out!
We arrive at Oakwood shortly after 7 p.m and the Move Out begins!   The little apt. is emptied and looking somewhat sad, minus it's occupants and any sign of being "home" to any particular personalities.   The truck employed in carrying all of the apt.'s former items belonging to "personalities" is stuffed to the door with a very cute pair of sister hamsters taking up the last vacant square inchage; then covered carefully with a packing blanket to ensure their warmth.
Our son has evening plans downtown and will stay with friends, so we deliver him to his destination and travel on.  He has in fact inquired about our plans for bedding down for the night and we tell him not to worry we will find something and jokingly also add, if nothing else we will sleep in the truck.   Appalled  that we are even remotely entertaining that idea offers to pay for our accommodations.   I remind him he needs to get his "financial feet" under himself and not to worry about us, it isn't about our not having money for the stay, but it seems something is happening in town on this weekend and accommodations are scarce!  He goes forth into the evening.
"Something is happening in town..." and it hadn't dawned on us even with the crazy amount of coverage/publicity this event entailed that the Ultimate Fighting Championships were taking over the Rogers Centre in Toronto on this very night!   Locations we had looked up on line and shown booked, we decided to check in addition to others in person, but to no avail!   All hotels it seemed were booked indeed!
Well, life is one wonderful adventure after another...
So there we were!   Sleeping bags, pillows, toiletries and a trip into the nearest mall for the preparations to bed down for the night!   Selby St., just south of Bloor and between Sherbourne and Jarvis is a "mostly" quiet place to set up hotel in your vehicle!   ...more on this story tomorrow!
Stay tuned: city parking officials and student night life!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Ever Young

 I love how sometimes certain moments, situations can transport you from where you are now;mentally...o.k, yes, when you feel AGE-ED in your years, to any given year of a much more youthful time and it just feels like you are there again...or that you truly are of that age.
Just a few of my favourite things to return to... making snow angels, riding a bicycle through a great big puddle; legs out!, swinging; upon a park swing-just to be clear, wearing headphones while singing out loud and not really caring or noticing that you are singing so loudly, eating candyfloss at the fair-no concern for dentistry!, tobogganing and shrieking all the way down the hill, skinny dipping; o.k, it's really not so many years ago I first tried this...OMG, nothing like it!  The smell of a fresh cut Christmas Tree...and no spray product can match it, laying in the yard on a favourite blanket reading Archie comics, campfires and smores,  filling the car and heading to the drive in, Eating snow...and not thinking about all the yucky stuff that is likely in it!,  hanging with a group of your bestest and laughing; 'til you cry...or pee a little(snort), singing and just being silly all night long-'til you really can't talk/respond in a coherent manner beyond a grunt. I've gotten a little carried away but below, another poem written some time ago.  
Makes me think of ON Golden Pond Ethel Therman goes out to pick berries she does a little dance and song while she most certainly will have done hundreds of times over the course of the years and while she has grown older the memories linked to the song restore her youth instantly!

 Ever Young by Cathy Nevin
Tender feet dance on morning dew,
Breathing the air of an early day.
Eyes closed tight taking it in,
Arms spread as though in flight,
While a gentle spring breeze caresses by.
Joyful moments fill the soul the body ever light,
Ever a care melts away, only happiness abounds.
Dreams are true as feet dance on air,
Youth restores a weary soul.
A smile flits across her face,
Dew laden grasses and sunbright morning skies her many years erase.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

snow angels we've had an abundance of snow in just the last couple of days...oh, wait...hours actually!  While I know I shouldn't love this snow so husband could very well be called away any minute now, I do love the snow!  Up to this point this year I had not made a snow angel in our yard.   I have actually made snow angels in the yard at the company of a number of young preschoolers, sometimes so close to mine that our angels looked like they were holding hands.  Just this past Friday during circle time at work the children still remaining on the floor with me joined me in making imaginary snow angels on the floor!  There is something just so magical and liberating about making snow angels.  
I used to make them in the company of my own children.  Years ago when we had our dog Jessie, there were nights when my husband had been called out or was sleeping in preparation for a call out and I then would take Jessie for a run to the park, let her off the leash and while I lay in the centre of the ball field gazing up to a starry sky and making snow angels she would run in circles around me, so excited by the snow!   She absolutely loved the snow and even in her later years when arthritis brought pain to her joints and she began to show her years, she became very playful in the snow !   I could say this is exactly what making snow angels does in my mind...takes me back to being a kid or being with my kids in the snow!
I composed a poem a few years ago which sort of captures that feeling of youthful play not forgotten but enjoyed whenever, in the snow!
...So before a great melt and the snow once again disappears, go, get out there and enjoy!

Snow Angels
Cathy Nevin
Snow Angels
Cathy Nevin

For snow angels may I never grow too old,
To know there is magic as I lay in the cold.
Arms spread like wings as I look to the sky,
A single moment unchanged while years have gone by.
Eyes lifted up in search of a star.
Knowing childhood days have not strayed so far.
Though my body says I’m growing old,
My heart it won’t listen, my mind won’t be told.
I hope for as long as I am able I’ll play,
Despite the lesser tomorrows and the more yesterdays.

For snow angels may I never grow too old,
To know there is magic as I lay in the cold.
Arms spread like wings as I look to the sky,
A single moment unchanged while years have gone by.
Eyes lifted up in search of a star.
Knowing childhood days have not strayed so far.
Though my body says I’m growing old,
My heart it won’t listen, my mind won’t be told.
I hope for as long as I am able I’ll play,
Despite the lesser tomorrows and the more yesterdays.

You're already there.

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