CARRY ON TUESDAY
This week we are asked to use the title of an ABBA song
'Slipping Through My Fingers'
THE SANDS OF TIME
The sands of time are slipping through my fingers.
The grains are blowing in the wind each day;
They hover in the air but one small instant
And then, forever, they are blown away.
Some cling to me as sweet or bitter memories,
While others disappear for evermore,
Destined to be part of some great sandscape
On some far distant universal shore.
I clench my fingers tightly; I must stop them,
Retain them, keep them, never let them go,
But fingers weaken with the passing ages,
And, sorrowfully, I must watch them blow.
In youth, I let them scatter willy-nilly;
Their progress into nothingness unheeded;
But now each grain is dancing and delightful,
And oh so very definitely needed.
One day my hands will empty and fall lifeless;
By then I know that I won't even care;
And all my grains of sand will reach the cosmos
And drift around eternally up there.
Till then, each grain is precious as a diamond,
To be fondled and admired for just a while,
I know that it will leave me in an instant,
But, while I can, I'll treasure it and smile.
NED AND ME!
I do look rather trivial (the little person's me!)
Clutching, with great passion, Ned Kelly's enormous knee!
He's a sort of folk-hero (really he was a rogue),
But now he is an icon, Kelly items are in vogue.
He wore this heavy helmet to evade the bullets flying
But he ended on the gallows, ignominiously dying.
'Such is life' were his final words as he finally said goodbye.
Ned Kelly's been dead many years, but the legend will never die.