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Poem - for the not so young

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TessAkaBridgetTheFidget

TessAkaBridgetTheFidget Report 26 Nov 2010 12:38


Wonderful poem Harry.
I too can indentify with it
. However, I was quiote happy to be picked last for sports teams, as I was so usless and didn't want to let my friends down.

All in all I have had a good life (with some trials and tribulations).
I am happy with my lot.

Tess

Researching:
Woodhouse and Trilloe from Herefordshire; Lockyear and Date from Somerset, Thomas and Edwards from Glamorganshire and Monmouthshire, also Argyll, Tipperary, Limerick, Cork

Harry

Harry Report 25 Nov 2010 23:52

Last call on this one. Thanks girls. Awdrey, let's both follows Liz'sadvice and gather rosebuds for as long as we can

Best wishes Happy days

Awdrey

Awdrey Report 25 Nov 2010 19:18

I know exactly the feeling Harry, I was the eldest of four, whatever was wrong I got the blame, I should have been watching/taking care of them, I was the girl with plaits taunted and teased, I was the girl who wore the jumble sale clothes that everyone knew whose they were and were to big for me, I remember the tears and being frightened, but the Lord has been good to me and sent me someone that takes good care of me
Have faith and keep your heads high.

Awdrey.

Researching:
Toghill,Lodge,Townsend,Jackson, Porch,Hawker,Waterman.

Purple **^*Sparkly*^** Diamond

Purple **^*Sparkly*^** Diamond Report 25 Nov 2010 19:05

Your words rung true for me in some ways Harry, but you hang on in there and be the last to go lol

Lizx

Harry

Harry Report 24 Nov 2010 23:57

Thank you girls. Your replies are much appreciated.

Best wishes Happy days

Julia

Julia Report 24 Nov 2010 15:33

Lovely Harry, truely lovely.
PS. we have not spoken before.
Julia in Derbyshire

PS., meant to say, I am the middle of three children. Not a very enviable place to be. You never won, either way.

Researching:
Turner Cambs/.Northants, Singapore and Penang,Trengrove Singapore and Penang, Arnull (Champion Race Horse Breeders & Trainers 'Oleander')Germany and Denmark

Mauatthecoast

Mauatthecoast Report 24 Nov 2010 15:32

ah we'd never pick on you Harry :O)...good poem x

Researching:
In my own little world where everybody knows me... ..... best thing about happy memories is making them....

Lady Cutie

Lady Cutie Report 24 Nov 2010 15:25

Harry that is brilliant
Hazelx

'Emma'

'Emma' Report 24 Nov 2010 14:18

Harry from someone who knows that feeling its great to have the last laugh. Happy Days indeed.

Emmax

Harry

Harry Report 24 Nov 2010 14:06

Well there you are then RR. The last is first - at least on here.

Best wishes Happy days

Rambling

Rambling Report 24 Nov 2010 13:16

lol that's very good Harry, and this line very apt for a lot of us I suspect

"Picking sides - one left over,
Ah well - another day!"

I was always picked last, even after the 'fat girl' ( I was skinny then and useless at sports lol )

Researching:

Harry

Harry Report 24 Nov 2010 13:11

THE TIDE WILL TURN

I was born not quite a loser,
Relegation zone I'd say;
Early worm instead of early bird,
Picked on every day.

My teacher didn't like me,
Thought King Herod had it right;
Milk monitor; filling ink-wells,
Yours truly - never quite.

The school bully shared my sixpence,
Even let me write his 'lines';
Nitty Nora came to goo my hair,
Strange comb with many tines.

Children used to call for me,
Is my ball coming out to play?
Picking sides - one left over,
Ah well - another day!

Eenie meenie was surely fixed,
Paranoid? - well just a jot;
Dandelion 'clock' couldn't tell the time,
The next one 'loved me not'.

Second violin in an orchestra,
Good job there was no third;
Still, every tide must surely turn,
So watch out, early bird.

Friday the 13th I met her,
The omens weren't so good;
Asked her if she'd marry me,
And surprisingly, she would.

Unlucky as a parent,
Two boys - I wanted girls;
Grand-daughters before we knew it,
Never seen such lovely curls!

I'm 78 now, doing fine,
The 'winners' all have passed;
Don't take this as a grumble,
Even God picks me the last.


........................................
Harry Hayes 11/2010. Happy days