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If youth did know
what age would crave,
Many a penny
the youth would save.

My brief sweet life is over,my eyes no longer see,
No summer walks - no xmas trees, no pretty girls for me,
I've got the chop, I've had it,,
My nightly ops are done,
Yet in another hundred years , I'll still be 21.

My dogs live here,they're here to stay.
You don't like pets, then be on your way.
They share my home, my food, my space
This is their home,this is their space.

You will find dog hairs on the floor.
They will alert you at your door
They may request a little pat
I simple "No" will settle that.

They put their cheeks against mine
And make expressive sounds,
And when I awake, or at least awake enough
They turn upside down, their four paws in the air
And their eyes dark and fervent
Tell me that you love me they say
And tell me again.

Could there be a a sweeter arrangement?
Over and over they get to ask and I get to tell
"There's always a love that lingers"

A variant on a poem I found a few years ago.
:-D

Cats are little people in fur coats

A screw is a rotating ramp

If you are cold
Tea will warm you.
If you are too heated,
It will cool you.
If you are depressed,
It will cheer you.
If you are excited,
It will calm you.


'GLADSTONE'

Until one has loved an animal,
A part of ones soul remains unawakened.


- Antole France

What a wonderful number of interesting postings.......a big thank you to you all.

When we arrive home sometime next week I will add to this list.

Bridget :-)

"The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely
or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere were they
can be quiet,alone with the heavens, nature and
God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it
should be and that God wishes to see people happy,
amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this
exists, then it certainly always will, I know that
then there will always be comfort for every sorrow
whatever the circumstances may be.
And I firmly believe that nature brings solace
in all troubles."

Written by Anne Frank.

I found this by chance, and thought it quite beautiful, and would like to share it with you all..

From "Springs of Persian Wisdom" Do not condem your nieghbour out of hand. Be Generous,Forgive, Pardon. Think of your own Failings. If each knew everything about the other,he would forgive gladly and easily, There would be no more Pride,and no more Arrogance. Hafis.

Rudyard Kipling is the author of the above

IF.....

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

From Les Miserables

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
The great acts of love, are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.
We pardon to the extent that we love.
Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again.
Great happiness of life, is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, and even in spite of ourselves.

Just don't do something! Sit there!

'Marrige is a wonderful thing. I've been in love with the same woman for 30 yrs.

If my wife ever finds out, she will kill me '.

That would be an Irish mile I suppose. The Irish give you good value for your walking!

"Before you abuse, criticize, and accuse, walk a mile in my shoes."

Catholic Vocabulary. (Anon).
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Amen: The only prayer that everyone knows.

Bulletin: Parish information to be read only during the homily & to act as your receipt for attending Mass.

Choir: A group of people whose singing allows the rest of the congregation to lip-sync.

Holy Water: A liquid whose family is H2OLY

Hymn: A song of praise usually sung in a key three octaves higher than that of the congregation’s range.

Hymn (Recessional): The last song at Mass, often sung a little more quietly since most of the people have left.

Incense: Holy smoke!

Jonah: The original ‘Jaws’ story.

Justice: When children have children of their own.

Kyrie Elleison: The only Greek words that most Catholics can recognise besides gyros & balaclava.

Manger: Where Mary gave birth to Jesus because Joseph wasn’t covered by the NHS.

Pew: A medieval torture device still found in Catholic Churches.

Procession: The ceremonial formation at the beginning of Mass, consisting of alter servers, the Priest & late arrivals looking for seats.

Relics: People who have been going to church for so long they actually know when to sit, kneel or stand.

Ushers: The only people in the parish who don’t know the seating capacity of a pew.

Dermot

What would we do without reading your abundance of poems and Sayings. I cannot say which I have enjoyed the most as I have read them all several times.

Thank you.

Life After School - by David Prowse
(Published in The Western Morning News - January 2011).
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At school, I talked with classmates with their plans already made
As to how they'd make a living and the nature of their trade.

They seemed to know exactly how their aims would be achieved
While I lacked every semblance of the order they perceived.

I was too much of a dreamer and already growing tired
Of the academic disciplines their strategies required.

My mind cried out for freedom and my heart demanded more
Than playing to a tune where I already knew the score.

By natural inclination, I had farming in my blood
But my father's meagre acres killed the blossom in the bud.

So a voyage of discovery seemed the only thing to do,
I was young, the world was waiting and my basic needs were few.

Dockyard worker, labourer, delivering milk and bread
In Kensal Rise and Cricklewood while the birds were still in bed.

Writing home to Mother, saying all was going well
In Edgware, Harlseden, Neasden, or the Cumberland Hotel.

I could always find employment, I could always pay my way
And I met folks I'll recall as friends until my dying day.

I mixed with all complexions while discovering within
There was common ground between us caring nothing for our skin.

That was my apprenticeship and when its course was run,
I packed my few possessions and I knew that it was done.

The innocent had tasted life, he'd seen the other side
And learned more through the span of it than volumes could provide.

There are aspects of development that text-books cannot teach,
They can only offer theories of a world that's out of reach.

It's cold and unforgiving out beyond the campus gate
Where lessons learned the hard way can be lessons learned too late.

A gap-year for a student seems indulgent and benign
But I see it as essential to careers along the line.

It's a time of self-discovery with reminders in its wake
That learning has no purpose if it's just for learning's sake.

Be bold, brave youth, go stretch your wings, be not afraid to fly
For never more will you be young beneath an open sky.

However vast the library of books you leave behind,
Experience is knowledge of a more enduring kind.