Donkey Work
An ancient donkey grazing peacefully.
Retired from the world of work he knew.
I wonder if in dreams he can still see
the golden sands beneath a sky of blue.
Where he would carry children patiently
walk slowly as he was expected to.
He does recall those days quite happily.
If he could talk, I think he would tell you
I miss the golden days of youth long gone,
the little children having rides on me.
But I grew old, too old to carry on
I could no longer do it easily..
gave up the only work I’d ever done
It was time to retire gracefully.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Donkeywork
An ancient donkey grazing peacefully.
Retired from the world of work he knew.
I wonder if in dreams he can still see
the golden sands beneath a sky of blue.
Where he would carry children patiently
walk slowly as he was expected to.
He does recall those days quite happily.
If he could talk, I think he would tell you
I miss the golden days of youth long gone,
the little children having rides on me.
But I grew old, too old to carry on
I could no longer do it easily..
gave up the only work I’d ever done
It was time to retire gracefully.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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In My Time Of Need
Will you comfort me in my time of need
Can you take away the pain of a hurtful deeds
Cause when we need it most theres no rain at all
And the dust just settles right there on the feed
Will you say to me a little rains gonna come
When the sky cant offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And Ill let your smile just off and carry me
Cause when the calm comes down
I take the truck on into town
And buy whatever we cant seem to grow
I work these hands to bleed cause I got mouths to feed
And I got 15 dollars hid above the stove
Will you say to me a little rains gonna come
When the sky cant offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And Ill let your smile just off and carry me
Cause it aint like it was on back in those days
When everyone would offer up a hand
These old bones are worn
Ive grown tired some
And I know my time is surely gonna come
Will you comfort me in my time of need
Can you take away the pain of hurtful deeds
Cause I will comfort you when my days are through
And Ill let your smile just off and carry me
Lord we married young and stayed where we came from
And gave those children everything we had
Will you stay with me in my time of need
Though it seems we had such little time for us
Will you say to me a little rains gonna come
When the sky cant offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And Ill let your smile just off and carry me
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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An Old Man Should By This Time
AN OLD MAN SHOULD BY THIS TIME
KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS DAYS
An old man should by this time
Know what to do with his days-
But each day for me is a struggle and a question-
I hesitate and begin slowly
I try to know how to work
I fumble
A little here and a little there
And I sort of find my way-
But rare are the days that I work as a I should-
I am more easily distracted now
Though I never was a champion of long- time concentration
A little here a little there
Until I sometimes find the rhythm-
But always the question the doubt
The wonder whether I am doing right
The not knowing -
An old man by this time
Should be sure of himself in his work-
But I am not
And of course not in these lines also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Us Oldies
It is that time of the year,
when my birthday is looming in the air
and I begin to feel quite ancient.
I felt old when my children
presented me with their children
and made me a grandparent,
but when their children
started having children of their own
and stuck a great in front of grandparent
you really begin to feel ancient,
especially when you haven’t retired yet.
When we were young,
oh, those lovely blessed days
when the summers seem to last forever
and the sun always shone.
Life was much more laid back then.
Oh where have they all gone?
Then came the teenage years
opening up all our dreams
of being some kind of superstar.
Yes, I remember them so well,
the music and the romance in the air.
Sometimes I hark back
to those days way back then.
Next, you are an adult
with responsibilities and children of your own.
From there you are on a downward slope
at least that is what some people say.
Well, don’t you believe it;
you’re always as young as you feel.
You can still go out and play
those young kids games.
Personally, I never grew up,
as my friends will testify.
I still have my Peter Pan persona,
Hip Hip Hooray.
I may not drink,
but I can act as crazy as if I do
and that makes life much more fun
being like me a kind old fool.
Kid think they are the only ones
who can have fun,
don’t you believe it,
us oldies can have fun too.
13 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: Sweety
Born was a girl-child last in family,
At a time when her mother was weakest!
She cheered us all and grew so happily,
Wearing a smile and appearing meekest!
How patiently, she helped mother in chores!
How joyfully, she went about her work!
How quietly she walked often to stores!
How pleasantly she talked without knee-jerk!
An asset to the family, she was;
A pet to all, she joked and laughed always;
The humblest of the children and work-horse!
She showered love on Father in last days!
The sweetest child- celestial gift, she came;
She married last and lives up to her name!
poem by John Celes
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September Song
Oh its a long long time from may to december
And the days grow short when you reach september
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And you aint got time for waiting game
When days dwindle down to a precious few
September november, and these few golden days Id share with you
Those golden days I share with you
When the days dwindle down to a precious few
September november, and all those golden days Id share with you
Those golden days Id share with you
Those golden days Id share with you
Those golden days Id share with you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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What Would The Children Think
She wakes up in the morning with the new sunrise
Looks at her husband sleeping still
Inside she cries
She makes the children breakfast
Gets them on their way
Watching them through the window
She prepares to face another day
Then her husband tells her
That he wont be home til late
Theres so much work hell have to stay behind
But she knows it isnt work thats on his mind
But still hell never leave her
Cause what would the children think
Where would the children go
What would the children do
If they knew the way it was
But theyll never learn because
What would the children think
Where would the children think
At the gate she kissed him
And watched him walk
Hoping this small charade
Will stop the neighbors talk
She turns to hide a tear
Inside her gilded cage
She cries for the love she could not hold
And lost to someone half her age
Then her pride and breakin heart
Tell her to run away
But she values what shes got a little more
Two kids, one 9 and nearly 4
And she would never leave them cause
What would the children think
Where would the children go
What would the children do
If they knew the way it was
But theyll never learn because
What would the children think
Where would the children think
What would the children think
Where would the children go
What would the children do.
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Is Anybody Out There ?
(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
If I could change the things Ive done
Would I be the only one
To with again if only I could take your pain away
And think of better, better things to say
The highest price Id gladly pay
For you to live, just golden days, golden days, golden days
So celebrate the moment now, have all that you desire
Well keep each other warm, together well weather the storm
The children are dying and nobodys crying
Theres got to be something out there, someone who cares
Got to be something out there *
Give me real life, the worry and the strife
Ill throw it out of the window, to the dogs below
So come with me Ill guide you through wardrobes of fantasy
And treasure chests of what could be
A world without anxiety
A legacy of golden days, golden days, golden days
Leave it all behind the blind leading the blind
Have all that you desire
Gotta be, gotta be someone out there
Lets break the rules scattering the jewels
Of joy amongst ourselves
The lonely, lonely of the shelves
Feel good about yourself, Ill drink to your health
Have all that you desire
(repeat)*
Im looking for something, and I dont know what it is
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Old Friends Of Mine
The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine.
Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine.
The years have clouded the memories of them. The grey hairs are showing, how long has it been?
Oh where did they go? The friends of my youth. The flames of a young life and the passions we knew.
The days are shorter. Life still goes on. Our children are playing like we used to do.
Will they remember the friends of their youth when they get our age in their September song?
Oh where have they now those old friends of mine?
31 Dec 1995
poem by David Harris
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Native Daughters Of The Golden West
In ecstasy they cry to know
If their parents love will let them grow
Their mothers pride, their fathers joy
We thank the stars that theyre not boys
The native daughters of the golden west
Their beauty is priceless
As children do they stayed at home
Waiting for the day that they were grown
The future seemed so far away
But every night theyd kneel and pray
But all in all they did their best
And one by one they left the nest
Across the globe they searched for love
And put their faith in God above
The native daughters of the golden west
Theyre made out of light
We never would have guessed
So by and by their dreams came true they fell in love with boys they knew
Their children grew fed from the breast
Of the native daughters of the golden west
The native daughters of the golden west
They talk all day
But we were not impressed
The native daughters of the golden west
Theyre sisters of mercy
Theyll grant your last request
song performed by by Omd
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Shake You Donkey Up
Here he come again
Dress in all that skin
Like he was still human being
Look at he long ears
And he big brown eyes
And with them truth he is seeing
Isnt it a shame you kicked that girl
Isnt it a shame she kicked you back, jackass
She really shake you donkey up
She really make you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up, quite a packet
How she carry you
Over thick and thin ice
You still dug you spurs in
Now you forced to walk
Laden down with shame
Its not just you back thats hurting
Now children saddle him for riding
Pick a fight with love and she will
Tan your hide in
She really shake you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up
Shake you donkey!
song performed by by Xtc
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Lorna
See you smile
Angel child,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
See your laugh
In a photograph,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
See your swishin walk,
And talk your baby talk,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
Lorna,
Lorna,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
Carry you,
Carry you down by the banks of the river,
All along down,
All along down the grasses [throne ? ].
Carry you, carry you,
By the banks of the river,
Thats all,
Thats all I wanted to do.
Ill carry all your books to school,
And maybe be your fool,
Thats all I wanted to do.
Ah, just to hold your hand
All along the golden sand,
Thats all I wanted to do.
Lorna,
Lorna,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Half Day Closing
In the days, the golden days,
When everybody knew what they wanted
It aint here today
Through the times of lasting love,
When parents talked of things tried and tested,
They dont feel the same.
Dreams and belief have gone,
Time, life itself goes on.
From beyond the shrinking skies,
Where money talks and leaves us hypnotized,
It dont pave the way.
Underneath the fading sun,
The silent sum of a businessman,
Has left us choking.
Dreams and belief have gone,
Time, life itself goes on.
In the days, the golden days,
When everybody knew what they wanted,
It aint here today
Dreams and belief have gone,
Time, life itself goes on.
song performed by by Portishead
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Listening to every Tom, Dick and Donkey
Come, we have a story, said the Old Man. Come, sit and I shall tell you all a little tale of a donkey, a boy and his father…and of strangers too…and many a busybody…
And the children sat round the campfire and the Old Man began his tale…
One day
(and this is many, many
uncountable days ago)
Father called Son
and he said:
‘Son
you are grown now
into a fine young lad
and you must learn
how to buy and sell
and make a profit
‘So, come let us go
you and I
to the market to see
what silver coins we can get
for this old donkey
in our shed’
2
And so Son and Dad
set out for the town market
across the sandy and rocky miles
and some way off
Dad grew tired and he said:
‘Ah, Son
this walk tires me and so
I shall ride the donkey
while you walk by the side;
so, come let us go
you and I
to the market to see
what silver coins we can get
for this old donkey
that I shall ride’
3
‘Ho, ho!
What do we have here? ’
came a voice
as the Dad sat riding the donkey
while the Son walked by the side
‘A cruel father you are, ’
said the Family Standards Officer
‘Get down, you grown man
and let the child ride! ’
And the Father was ashamed
and so he let the Son ride the donkey
and he walked beside
And the Family Standards Officer
was extremely pleased
and he filled up his forms
and he bade the Father and Son safe journey:
‘Ah, this is another
success story
of the Family Welfare Dept
where conscience has won the day
and the Son rides the donkey
and the Father walks beside’
4
A nd the Father and Son are gone but a mile, a mile - when another interruption came their way, heading straight their way….
‘What do we have here? ’
came a scream
and the Mandarin of the
State Morals Education
stopped the trio
and the Mandarin glared disapprovingly
at the boy riding the donkey and he said:
‘Where is your filial piety?
Know you not the son must do his duty
by the father?
Get off the donkey -
you young donkey!
and allow your father to ride
while you walk with reverence
and duty beside! ’
And so now we have the
Father on the donkey
and the Son walking beside
all three slowly on and on
Father and son
to the market to see
what silver coins
they might get
for this old donkey
that they have taken turns to ride
5
Then comes an old woman
and she mutters to herself as she passes by:
‘Ah, what’s come of life
that a father should ride and
allow the young to walk.’
And so the Father bids his Son
be a pillion rider with him on the donkey
and so they ride
merrily, merrily
on to the market
to see
what silver coins they can get
for this old donkey
that they both ride
5
But no sooner have they covered
but a mile, just a mile
with the respectable Father
and the filial Son
(both on the hapless donkey)
when a voice thunders out from the bush
and the Animal Rights Activist stands out
and he screams:
‘Oh, you cruel people
that you should ride a helpless donkey!
Shame on you!
Much better that you both
carried the creature! ’
And of course
the Son and Father
so reasonable and
always with an open mind
they jump off the donkey
and they carry
the donkey all the way
all the way
just four more miles
just four more miles
and they soon come into the market
carrying the donkey
and shouting:
‘Donkey for sale!
Donkey for sale! ’
6
And the buyers
at the markets
they see
this Father and Son
carrying the donkey
and screaming:
‘Donkey f or sale!
Donkey for sale! ’
And the buyers they say:
‘But it appears, Sirs,
there are
three donkeys for sale
three donkeys for sale!
In declaring
“Donkey for Sale! ”
when there are clearly three
are you offering three
for the price of one? ’
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Time Now For The Donkey Dance
it’s time now
let’s all do the donkey dance
it’s time now
for intelligence to carry the donkey
that’s the way
each one of you carry a donkey
for the donkey is tired of its burden
and now it’s your turn
a throne for the donkeys
each intelligence must be
so now
carry the donkey
each one of you
and me - of course, me too
and let’s do the donkey dance
left right
left right
hee haw haw hee
and side and round
and turn
hee haw haw hee
come dance all intelligent beings
this is the dance ever since earth’s first been
the dance of the donkeys
borne on our backs
by you, me and every other human being
the ancient dance of the donkeys
left right
left right
hee haw haw hee
and side and round
and turn
hee haw haw hee
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Those Were The Days
By ginger baker and mike taylor
When the city of atlantis stood serene above the sea,
Long time before our time when the world was free,
Those were the days.
Golden cymbals flying on ocarina sounds,
Before wild medusas serpents gave birth to hell
Disguised as heaven.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere are they now?
Theyre gone.
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Tie your painted shoes and dance, blue daylight in your hair,
Overhead a noiseless eagle fans a flame.
Wonder everywhere.
Chorus
song performed by by Cream
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Those Were The Days
By ginger baker and mike taylor
When the city of atlantis stood serene above the sea,
Long time before our time when the world was free,
Those were the days.
Golden cymbals flying on ocarina sounds,
Before wild medusas serpents gave birth to hell
Disguised as heaven.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere are they now?
Theyre gone.
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Tie your painted shoes and dance, blue daylight in your hair,
Overhead a noiseless eagle fans a flame.
Wonder everywhere.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Silver Shadows Golden Dreams
Within the silver shadows
are locked our golden dreams
waiting patiently for us
to find the key and then set them free.
Dreams of love everlasting
to last us through our days,
dreams of happiness for evermore,
to let us smile through our life’s troubles.
They lay within the silver shadows
locked away in the recesses of our mind,
those golden dreams we dream about
from time to time.
The meandering wasteland,
within our shell of eternity,
where our dreams sleep,
awaiting us to awake them to make their escape.
The key is in us to unlock them
from within the silver shadows
where our golden dreams await
to be free to come true.
23 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Give Love To The Children
Give Love to the children Children need love everyday
Give love to the children Guide them on their way
Love's like a burning flame consumes all that stands in the way
Love is the only power on earth to take all the hatred away
GIVE LOVE TO THE CHILDREN set the children free
To make their own decisions then they will clearly see
Love is the sun the moon and the stars love is a golden ring
Love is the one thing the whole world desires be it beggar or king
GIVE LOVE TO THE CHILDREN youth has not long to stay
Love is a long term investment the best you will find any day
Love like the rising sun takes all the darkness away
Our children will tell their children and their childrens children will say
Give love to the children they are our crock of gold
and if perchance they ever stray they will come back to the fold
Give love to the children the children of today
Give love to the children and love will come to stay.
poem by Elizabeth Quinn
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