"C'est la vie," Say the old folks,

                 Aren't  they lovely "the Babbies,"  In their elegant clothes, as they sit
                 on a velvet banquette in their nonchalant pose.
                 Once the little angels  did  drawings, and painting of the moon and the stars.
                 But now it's fine wines and cigarettes, and whiling  away time in posh bars.
                 But why do I call them "the Babbies," young ladies they must surely be?
                 In my minds eye with delight they would cry when babies they bounced
                 on my knee.
             
               

Jealousy doth mock the meat it feed's on.

I sick with her. Sick with her beautiful brown eyes,  sick with the way she lighten's my life
sick that I idolize.

Sick with the way she swings her hips,
sick with her coffee skin, sick with her look that bewitches me so, sick with the love that I'm in.

Sick with oh so rosy red lips', sick with her beguiling smile, sick with pleasure of the touch of her hand, sick with her elegant style.

And as for kissing my troubles away
I'm really sick with that.
I'm sick with hope and I'm sick with love,
so sick it's hard to cope.

O for a beaker full of the warm South.

We greet the Barcelona day, and look in La Sagrada Familia,
Then to Gaudi's Park Guell, and off to see a Picasso.
As the day turns into night, sunset turns on the lamp lights.
Warm wind sway parm trees, fragrance's carried along on the breeze.
With a mouth stained purple by the fruit of the vine, and the look
from the lover I know is mine, with a touch so soft from her finger tips,
 I kiss my girl on her tender lips.

The world turns without you

It creeps up on you old age,
while your looking far ahead.
It taps your shoulder and  whisper,
it won't be long before your dead.

Sadness comes from the wish for happiness.

The heart is sad and full of sorrow, and I can do nothing,
to help you feel life's worth living, you know I would do anything. But I, I am just a man and you, you bring me to my knees. And I, I'm living in a winter, and you, you are my summer breeze.

The heart is sad and full of sorrow and all I have are memories, when times are good and full of loving there no  need for such reveries.  But I, I am just a man. And you, you are my everything.  And I, I am a lock without keys.
And you, you lift me from my knees.

She wrote a long letter on a short peace of paper

    Love lasts long.

         

    Love is lost.

          

    Love is sad.

          

    Love is hot.

          

    Love is care.

         

    Love's not fair.

    Love is old.

    When it's new.

     It makes you glad.

     And sometimes blue.

     

Some days are diamonds, some days are stone

                         



                                 November 61

Through the lamplight she is walking through the mist and frosty night, I was young and full of yearning for the first love of my life.
In the dark up by the old bridge oh so close and face to face. As the mist enfolds us peacefully this milieu our secret place.
Were young and for the first time saw our childhood was no more, gone for ever in that first time oh so soft we close that door.

It takes a great deal of life to get a happy memory.

                                                  Ukulele chords for  The Family Face
C.... Dm.... G7.... C........ Dm.... G7....
G7.       C                      Dm               G7                      C                                Dm.            G7
It was at  a  garden  party  when  I  saw our  family  face  Susan's  one  possessor  of  this   our
               C.                                      Dm                            G7                     C
family  trait.  It's  there  on  Sarah  and  on  Emma  I  see  it  on    Louise too .
                                        Dm                    F               G7        C
It's  popped  up  over  centuries  from  Great  Grandma  to you.
         F.                                Fm                    C                                       F                                     Fm                        
And  time  is  the  main  member  of  this  club  we're  all  in  now.......we  keep  dancing  the  band
                                  C                             G7
keeps  playing  the  tune  we  know  so  well.
                C                         Dm            G7                         C                                          Dm              
Oh  I  wonder  who was  first  to  possess  this  family  face  some  great beauty  lost  in time  and
    G7                    C                                                Dm             G7                        C
in  some  other  place..   It's  survived  for  generations  it  always  leaves  it's  trace,
         Dm                        F                   G7                                  C
so  down  the  line  someone  will  inherit.........  our  family  face.
           F                                Fm                    C                                       F                                      Fm
And  time  is  the  main  member  of  this  club  we're  all  in  now.......we  keep  dancing  the  band
                                  C                              G7
keeps  playing  the  tune  we  know  so  well.
             C                        Dm            G7                         C               Dm                       F                
It's  survived  for  generations  it  always  leaves  it's  trace,  so  down  the  line  someone will
    G7                                     C.... Dm..... G7..... C........ Dm.... G7.... C.
inherit............ our  family  face.
                       

The bird of time has but a little way to fly.

At the age of 40 you automatically join the Over The Hill Club. 

Then it's downhill to ones death.


Coast downhill you can't see the bottom we all drop off before we get there.
The climb to the top takes us a long time, now we'er on our way down and no-one cares.

We are coasting downhill you can't see the bottom surround by contemporaries they're all old friends;
Some went before you they fell by the wayside, left far behind but I'm still holding on.

Rolling downhill things are going faster, not many left that's still in front of you, they're all hanging in there they've done it for a lifetime, some without their loved one's who are no longer there.

Racing downhill the day's are getting shorter, memories fade as future turns to past, you can't see the bottom you know it's somewhere down there, you hope there's something out there once you're out of view.



















                 

SHOWOFF

                               

                                Showoff braggart boast and fraud.
                             
                                Heartbreak heartache adrift and ignored.

                                Obtuse idiotic brainless and thick.

                                Witty unwise witless and sick.

                                Obtruder with friends and families alike.

                                Fumble fiddle not get things right.

                                Fruitless futile alone in the night.

Just people I Knew

A true friend is hard to find. And with eyes wide open you are still as blind.And you need a friend when your down and low.
And I,
I have no friends, just people I know.

Summer days on the river Cole, riding the rapids on a raft of wood, with friends I laughed at the world so new.
But now,
now I see they were just people I knew.

In the clubs on a Friday night, and at the football avoiding fights. Girls in short skirts the  Mary  'Q' look.  Friends were many,  or perhaps just a few? Eileen, Jenny, Cleo and Sue.
But now,
now I see they were just people I knew.

Then marriage and party's and time on the beach, you think he's a friend but he comes with deceit. Was he a lover as well as a friend? Then the suspicion and distrust grew.
But he,
he was no friend, just someone you knew.

No worries, no money, retirement is great!  Call in the old place to see your old mates!
Dinner times over they're ready to go.
And I'm,
I'm some old geezer they all use to know.

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke

                                                                                                   

                              

A drug that reverses ageing has come to late for me, "here by 2020" when I'll be 73.

Nicotinamide mononucleotide  might not sound very nice, but it's spruced the cells of an old mouse to that of very young mice.

Our cells have an innate capability to repair the damage we do, when we sit outside enjoying

ourselves,  sitting,  outside, in the sun.  Our ability declines the older we grow to repair the harm we've done, so although we are lost and addled, we still go looking for fun.

This anti-ageing elixir that will keep our dotage at bay, will not be on the market for 3 years so they say.  So in 5 years time I'll be in my prime fitter and stronger than now. Not looking at a future of going downhill as in the past like other men, because I am so much older now, but I'll be younger than that by then.