Variations On Theme

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I wrote a variation on the theme of Without A Plan:

In the times of past,
when I was a boy,
I listened to every Word,
and the meaning of my prayers 
was to wash away 
the guilt and fears of doing wrong. 
I was very headstrong, 
because I wrote my own song. 

Just to settle down, 
I bought a wife, 
with the pictures that she saw 
of her mother's smiling eyes.
She did not realize
that I was a man born
just for loving, 
for a little while...,
and for that, Lawd, 
even I can't smile. 

Then, my chances come 
for me to run
from all the Golden Rules...
to be the biggest damned fool! 
To buy my way into the dreams,
to make thangs fit within my schemes,
and sweet Jesus,
how I screamed!

I could sing a song about pretty girls,
and all the friends I gnow.
But, the song I sing, 
with a distant ring,
is about a man without a plan
to own the future
or kill the past.
Lawdy, at last. 

fmp '72
Edited today, yesterday, and ad infinitum... '-)

It's raining as expected today. My brother and I got the underground pipe repaired. Thankfully, he was able to take his tractor that has a front-end loader on it and filled up the hole we dug out. I was dragging ass after we got it fixed. The rain today will solidify the dirt he put in the hole and we shouldn't have any trouble with it freezing.

I did more physical work repairing that busted pipe than I've done in a long time. Admittedly, I pushed it. I figured out yesterday that I stopped smoking tobacco one year and five months ago. I can push the envelope with physical work better now, so that's what I did. Still, I was happy when my youngest brother came and helped me. He's 62 himself, and got a pace-maker. He did real good.

I'm having a few drinks today. I went to the liquor store and bought a fifth of vodka and a fifth of Butterscotch cordial to mix it with. Damned tasty. This prescription medicine I'm taking only allows me to eat and drink what I can keep down, and booze is one of those things I can keep down.

I've always liked butterscotch candy. The taste of it when it's done right is as good as it gets for me. The butterscotch cordial though, is just liquid candy and it's to die for. Cheap, as far as booze goes, too. The miser in me just loves it.

My greediness has popped up again in my e-mail exchanges. I stand accused of not sharing my wisdom and understanding with the world at large for not writing my stories down for others to read. I don't feel so greedy. I give what i can. Some of the most important events that have happened to me that offered the wisdom to me is not something I can give away through graven images. Most people don't seem to think I got much to give, so I'm caught in this dilemma.