I whisper it. I shout it. Near or far, They are the words that start my day. They are the words that end my day. . I remember the first time,
When some smarter and wiser part of my mind
First uttered them.
I meant them without even knowing in that moment. .
I say them often,
But do not imagine that they have faded.
They never mean less than
On that first time,
Nor in all the thousands since.
It’s been a tough few years in our house, thanks to the ‘great’ Recession. Personally I see nothing great about it. But the struggle and endurance prompted Sir Evil to write this about me. For some reason, I felt the need to share today. I guess maybe someone out there who reads his blog, needs to see it.
You are the principle of my moment, without you I can’t decide what goes next. You are the medium of the plan, without you the plan is just breath in the wind. Like the song says, there ain’t nothing ’bout you that don’t do something for me.
Trains have been a fascinating fixture in every culture of the world. They draw people to them to watch them pass by and even to wave at their engineers and passengers. There so many different things that draw us to the roaring sounds of a train. Roger McGough tried to put some of his reasons into poem.