Today's poet

[stevefoster]

Cheers Alf, DT and Merry for your gritty glimpses of realism.

My shopping trips are rare and short and they follow this formula:

2 shops:1cafe

Life is a bitch and then you die...depends on how hard your life is and your attitude I guess. It must be like that for some people who have to struggle everyday to stay alive, fed, free, unharmed. I feel very fortunate that if I died tomorrow I can honestly say my life had its challenges but so many great experiences and memories and I loved it for all its sad times and happy times.

2 Shops 1 Cafe, my kind of women
Taken from the book 'That Others May Live' By Senior Master Sergeant Jack Brehm about the lives of US Air Force Pararescue men.
'I've always had this idea that when we die and meet our maker, God will ask us one question. He'll say, "So-how was it?" If you answer, "Wow, what a ride" he'll welcome you with open arms, but if you complain about all the unfair events that might have caused you an unjust amount of pain, you'll get sent back because you missed the main drift. Life is good. There are bad things in the world. There are situations where you might find yourself out of control or in dire straights, but even then, there is good. It may be hard to find, but it's there'
Another thought by another Pararescue man on his job: 'Maybe you die-so what? At least you died doing something worthwhile'
Live your life as full as you possibly can and don't have any regrets when the time comes to leave.......except, maybe, that you never won the lottery

[stevefoster]

Life's a bitch, and then you die

A colleague told me this many years ago and I suppose to an extent it's true

Mate of mine from my army days used to say 'Life's a bitch then you marry one' Funny thing is, he'd never been married

[stevefoster]

"Life is a s**t sandwich
the more bread you have
the less s**t you eat!"

A squatter. It was the only place I could get any peace and quiet.

You two ladies have a way with words

[Nathaniel Lee]

I suppose thats better than the normal type as any waste just leaves the train rather than hanging about in the toilet itself. And lets face it that is not a smell to be faced with in hot weather. Yuk.

[Alf]

A few years back I took my daughter with me to watch 'The Tempest' at The Crucible in Sheffield. Derek Jacobi gave a great performance as Prospero and this is probably our favourite passage from that play.

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd. Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

—Act IV, sc. i

[Stef F]

Life's a bitch, and then you die

A colleague told me this many years ago and I suppose to an extent it's true

I prefer:

Life is what you make it

[Mossdog]

A few years back I took my daughter with me to watch 'The Tempest' at The Crucible in Sheffield. Derek Jacobi gave a great performance as Prospero and this is probably our favourite passage from that play.

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd. Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

—Act IV, sc. i

Nice one Alf.

Reading the last few posts I'm unsure whether we're heading for a philosophical night, about life and endings, or one about excrement. Perhaps they're all one and the same???

I'm off for the evening run now but will return with great anticipation, which ever direction

[Derby Tup]

I prefer:

Life is what you make it

Life is indeed what you make it Stef

[Nathaniel Lee]

I have made my peace with god. It is man i have the conflict with.

[XRunner]

Here is one for Hess.

Hares at Play
By John Clare

The birds are gone to bed the cows are still
And sheep lie panting on each old molehill
And underneath the willow’s grey-green bough
Like toil a-resting lies the fallow plough
The timid hares throw daylight fears away
On the lane road to dust and dance and play
Then dabble in the grain by nought deterred
To lick the dew-fall from the barley's beard
Then out they start again and round the hill
Like happy thoughts – dance – squat – and loiter still
Till milking maidens in the early morn
Jingle their yokes and start them in the corn
Through well-known beaten paths each nimbling hare
Starts quick as fear - and seeks its hidden lair

Did you manage to tame your hare last night or was it jugged?