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Wednesday, 2 September 2009
“Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats; He keeps all his customers still in arrears By lending them minutes and charging them years.” - Oliver Wendell Holmes
Continuing my peregrinations through my old notebooks and journals, finding words written long ago. How we change as we grow older… It seems only yesterday that I was writing these words and yet more than two decades have gone by. Looking at old photographs and seeing another person, full well knowing that stranger is I. The world changes, we change, and it’s only these words scribbled on yellowing paper that remain the same, but not constant. Even the meaning they are meant to capture varies with time and with my perception of the words themselves, are altered by time and experience.
Sometimes, I feel you’re so close When for a split second, I find you in a stranger’s fleeting glance. Or when I hear by chance Words said for someone else’s ear, And I, I make believe they were for me. But other times, You’re far away, light years away, Just like tonight…
It seems impossible that we two shall meet, But then, I close my eyes And feel you next to me, Even if insubstantial, Even if only in my dreams.
Sometimes, you seem so close, But at the same time so distant, That I lose heart, lose hope, I think that never shall I find you. And then sometimes, I think you’ll knock on my door And come into my life, Like you’d enter my room, Just like tonight…
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
I sometimes get the impression that I am on a soapbox delivering a monologue, so your comments are welcome.