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Robert Harrison
Guest
And what of my future
Were the days of my youth as good as memory makes them out to be?
If they were, just what have I learned from them, as I sit here in old age
Tapping away at this keyboard. Well, if I were to be honest, as a youth
I never gave any thought at all that my youth would affect my old age.
I mean, what kid in their right mind (And that is debatable)
Would earnestly sit and ponder what benefit their youthful experiences
Were going to be to themselves in old age, when all that they would do
In their future life would be to sit at a computer and write poetry.
(Not that they would know that, they would be writing poetry) But do
You see what I mean, what kid is going to plan for the ripe old age of
Seventy-five. Good grief that might as well be a thousand years away.
Now I am not saying that all nippers did not have some plans for their
Future, there was always one in a household who was smart enough
To see that far ahead.
No, I reckon that the only one who can say that they have planned in their
Youth for old age are those who are now old, who take the time to reflect
Upon the events that brought them to the present position, or status in life.
Therefore, I in my dotage look back on my youth and say, Why did I not
Do this or why did I not do that, because if I had have done so, things would
Have been different. As a result the only conclusion that I can come to is
That what ever I did I or did not do I was in fact preparing a blueprint for
My future.
Well the question now is, is it to late to plan for my future, what’s left of it?
Or am I going to carry on as I did in my youth and live each day at a time?
I think, now I look back on my life, my future really started the day I married
My wife. My future looked bright, and so it has turned out to be. I have four
Beautiful children, grand children, and great grand children. I have been
Sealed for time and all eternity to my wife and children. (One has not only
This life to plan for but also the next). I am in very good health, my home is paid
For, I am not in debt to anyone (Except God). I have on hand twelve months
Supply of food (Just in case) I have good friends (Some write poetry). I am
reasonably well liked (By next doors cat anyway) To top it all off I have
A strong testimony that if I really plan for what is left of my future I can return
Again to that God that gave me life (Providing I behave myself).
Now, I ask myself, does all what I have said make any sense, or am I just blatherin’?
Were the days of my youth as good as memory makes them out to be?
If they were, just what have I learned from them, as I sit here in old age
Tapping away at this keyboard. Well, if I were to be honest, as a youth
I never gave any thought at all that my youth would affect my old age.
I mean, what kid in their right mind (And that is debatable)
Would earnestly sit and ponder what benefit their youthful experiences
Were going to be to themselves in old age, when all that they would do
In their future life would be to sit at a computer and write poetry.
(Not that they would know that, they would be writing poetry) But do
You see what I mean, what kid is going to plan for the ripe old age of
Seventy-five. Good grief that might as well be a thousand years away.
Now I am not saying that all nippers did not have some plans for their
Future, there was always one in a household who was smart enough
To see that far ahead.
No, I reckon that the only one who can say that they have planned in their
Youth for old age are those who are now old, who take the time to reflect
Upon the events that brought them to the present position, or status in life.
Therefore, I in my dotage look back on my youth and say, Why did I not
Do this or why did I not do that, because if I had have done so, things would
Have been different. As a result the only conclusion that I can come to is
That what ever I did I or did not do I was in fact preparing a blueprint for
My future.
Well the question now is, is it to late to plan for my future, what’s left of it?
Or am I going to carry on as I did in my youth and live each day at a time?
I think, now I look back on my life, my future really started the day I married
My wife. My future looked bright, and so it has turned out to be. I have four
Beautiful children, grand children, and great grand children. I have been
Sealed for time and all eternity to my wife and children. (One has not only
This life to plan for but also the next). I am in very good health, my home is paid
For, I am not in debt to anyone (Except God). I have on hand twelve months
Supply of food (Just in case) I have good friends (Some write poetry). I am
reasonably well liked (By next doors cat anyway) To top it all off I have
A strong testimony that if I really plan for what is left of my future I can return
Again to that God that gave me life (Providing I behave myself).
Now, I ask myself, does all what I have said make any sense, or am I just blatherin’?
