Is the Joy of Nostalgia
Just a clean white curtain
On a dirty window
And if you were back there again
Would you hate it
With a bigger passion
Then the first time round
Or maybe it really was as good as it seemed
And the world got worse
And not better
And nostalgia is all
Some people will have
To keep them warm at night
But in the experiences of today
We can make the memories of tomorrow
And the Joy of Nostalgia
All over again.
You were many colours
Red for your passion for life
Orange for your creativity and energy
Yellow for your sunny disposition
Green for your peaceful demeanour
Blue for your melancholy eyes and loyalty
Indigo for your wisdom and intuition
Violet for your amazing imagination
Everytime I see a rainbow
I think of you.
From the grasping hand
Sand will seep
The very thing
You want to keep
‘I’m confident in my abilities and feel very good about how I handle things. In other words, I got this.’
You can’t go home again
To whispered words
Or bitter accusations
To sibling fights of old
Either killing each other
Or playing hard until the sun goes down
They said it would all end in tears
But cuddles always stopped the crying
And then, sometimes
Parents in tennis matches
Bickering with the umpire
Getting caught in the net
Another day, of making ends meet
Ends either not quite touching
Or too far apart to be tied together
You can’t go home again
To things said or done
Or not said or done
To what could have been
But now, will never be
You can’t go home again
To the silence
And the cacophony
To the contradictory
And the hypocrital
To the elephant in the room
To the realisations you made
To the understanding you came to
You can’t come home again
To the wisdom that is now
It’s another time and place
Home is where you are
Right Now.
‘Neither of us spoke, partly because it was safer not to speak; and partly I think because the beauty of the starry heaven had taken hold upon us both, filling our hearts with thoughts too big for words.’
If you are old and you are a piece of furniture – you’re vintage
If you are old and you are a book – you’re classic
If you are old and you are jewellary -you’re antique
But if you are old and you are human – you’re just old
Abolish Ageism
Hello
Sad Eyes
How are you today?
I saw you in your low mood
I hope you’re okay
Haven’t you come too far
to quit now?
Don’t give up now
Don’t get lost before you win
Look up
Sad Eyes
Please don’t despair
It’s really not fair
To do that to you
I need to ask
How are you feeling?
It’s not without meaning
I understand, more than you know.
Sad Eyes
Please don’t
Please don’t cry
Can’t you see the sun shining
In that cloudless sky?
Who took your light away?
Who did those terrible things?
Did your hope go
In the darkness that life brings?
Maybe, together
Sad Eyes
We can mend
your broken wings.
‘I withdrew from places that are preoccupied with winning and losing.’
‘The Courage To Be Disliked’ – Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga
