What'll I. Do?
The years going quick, my mind is playing tricks,
My body is reeking in pain, oops, I just did the splits;
Where's the balance now I'm getting older,
But isn't it great, the older we get, we get more bolder.
Oh what'll I do, I ask! Yep, What'll I do?
As the years progress faster, time is my master,
Bearing down on me, to me time is a pester;
Then memory lane to me, is disappearing,
And the grey hairs are quickly appearing;
Oh dear, What am I to do, what am I to do.
Those friends I knew from years ago,
Gradually go away, to a place so free; it's true;
And the shopping and housework that has to be done,
Seems I'm not finished till the setting of sun;
Oh. What'll I do, yep, what'll I do.
poem by Margaret Haig
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I’m an Older Man Than You
WHEN you’ve managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sort
And you find the coat or trousers are an inch or so too short,
Do not fret and swear and worry, make the tailor see you through—
I have been through many new suits, I’m an older man than you.
When your girl is interfering with your appetite and work,
With your sleep and time and reason till the jealous demons lurk;
When your girl is playing with you, leave her for a week or two:
If in vain, then quit for ever!—I’m an older man than you.
When your wife deceives or leaves you for a “blackguard”, “brute”, and “sot”,
And when not a soul believes you when you say that you were not;
Do not rave or brood and weaken, and the years will prove you true,
Let your own self be the beacon!—I’m an older man than you.
Do not take a silly mistress in your vanity accursed,
And a second wife (or husband) but reminds you of the first;
Banish mutual friends, and pity (kill or cure relations, too),
Shun false “reconciliation”—I’m an older man than you.
Be the cause however worthy, and your case however strong,
Be your wrong however cruel, drink will put you in the wrong.
Drink will neutralize and murder all the good that time can do
(Though our birthdays come together, I’m an older man than you).
But for ever and for ever, over seas and through the lands,
Go the hand laid on the shoulder and the silent grip of hands
With a world of human feeling—men who know and men who knew:
Clear your soul of pessimism—I’m an older man than you.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Change The Weather
Come with me
To the bright white flame
That you knew by name
And you will again
Take my hand
We're getting out of here
No more time for tears
For the wasted years
No more crumble in the night
No more tears on an empty pillow
Voices out of sight cryin' hard - runnin' scared
No more tears in the gloom
No more gurus that I just can't follow
Older than a heart beat
Older than the sun
If I die before I go this is the way
Older than a heartbeat
Older than the sun
And hands
How she loved those hands
Now she could not stand
To be near that man
So she turned
To the bright white flame
That she knew by name
Now there'd be no pain
I am the river that goes on and one
On into the sea
It carries you away
song performed by by Underworld
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Bright White Flame
Come with me
To the bright white flame
That you knew by name
And you will again
Take my hand
Were getting out of here
No more time for tears
For the wasted years
No more crumble in the night
No more tears on an empty pillow
Voices out of sight cryin hard - runnin scared
No more tears in the gloom
No more gurus that I just cant follow
Older than a heart beat
Older than the sun
If I die before I go this is the way
Older than a heartbeat
Older than the sun
And hands
How she loved those hands
Now she could not stand
To be near that man
So she turned
To the bright white flame
That she knew by name
Now thered be no pain
I am the river that goes on and one
On into the sea
It carries you away
song performed by by Underworld
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Days Go By
Days go by
Years go by
We wonder where we are-
We are where we were years ago
Only older and less capable of believing our dreams will come true-
We are where we were
And yet somehow
If we look on the other side
We are not-
There are dreams that have come true-
There are children that have grown
And new lives that have begun-
Dreams have come true
And we are not only just older-
But days have gone by
And years have gone by
And we are where we are
In wonder in doubt in worry in hope
Of what this day will bring
Though it be only one of many
Already lived and yet to be forgotten.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If I Was Older
you should have seen her she was about 17 and knew that i was to young but I knew she was the oneand if I was oldershe would be my girl and i would be her man there's no doubt I knew ther's no doubt
cause if i could be so older to her and give her everything that she wants everything that she wants but until then imma keep on thinking of ways to let this girl really know i gotta let her know
if I was older she would be my girl if I was older I'd give her the world ifnI was older I'd treat her like a queen if I was older always take her out if I was older always ice her out if I was older treat her like a queen if I was older
Now listenshe's so pretty (yea) If I was only (yea) a little bit older (yea) I would tell her (yea) that i like her (that I like her) really like her (really like her) and to me she's just a dime piece all of my friends think my friends think that im crazy to be in love with her the way that i do but they don't know what i do so until them i keep thinking of ways to let this girl really no i gotta let her know if I was older (if I was older) I'd treat her like a queen If I was older (older) if I was older (eyy)
If I was older I would always take her out if I was older always ice her out If I was older (older) and i gotta let her know (i gotta let her know) How i feel (how I feel)and i gotta let her know that love is real (and i gotta let her know its real) ohh ohh yea yea ohh ohh ohh un hun If I was older say she would be my girl
If I wsa older I'd treat her like a queen if I was older (older) If i was older I'd treat her like a queen If I was older always take her out (always take her out) If I was older always ice her out (keep her iced out)
If i was older treat her like a queen (treat her like a queen) If i was older say only If i was older only If i was older
song performed by by Corey from I'm Just Corey
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Time Tells Time
My mirror tries to convince me that I’m old.
Yet I have a fresh face I’m told.
So these furrows in this body I behold, as
I recognize skin-deep beauty does not rebirth.
Still, I remember things way back yonder:
Sculptured summer grass,
Children ringing around roses
With Pockets filled with poses,
Barren tree leaves
Floating in the breeze...woman!
Waste no time on younger years
For the past archives them.
I’ll never be older than the goddess of art.
My lover, you'll never be older than thou art.
Let the earlier years delight in the older ones
For to understand the old-
The new must been known.
February 2,2008
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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The Good Memories Of What Was
I was not any use at Gaelic Football or Soccer though I played in Millstreet Townpark in the rain
And I played Soccer in Neily Duggan's Inch Field but these things I will never do again
With my young friends for us it was enjoyment but few things in life stay the same
The fire of youth in us was burning but it now is a flickering flame
We never thought about growing older the gift of youth is a great thing
Though of the past we have our memories and till death to them we will cling
The thought that we age with the Seasons does seldom enter the young mind
But the years leave us frailer and older eternal youth not for air breathing kind
But for as long as we have the gift of memory of our prime years good memories we retain
And often in our flights of fancy the past we do visit again
I still recall the joy and laughter as we chased the football up and down
On Summer evenings often wet and windy in the Townpark of old Millstreet Town
The years leave us all looking older and the clock on our lives ticking on
But the good memories of what was bring us comfort of the past to the forever gone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Years We Wished Away
Sometimes we’d like to go back,
reclaim the years we wished away.
Reflecting on the fun,
we could have enjoyed
instead of trying to be
older than what we were.
Reclaim the years that were lost
to crazy wishes that we had,
thinking it was better to be
older than what we were.
Instead of enjoying our childhood
and the games, they play.
Now as we grow older
and our youth is what we grasp.
We wish that we were younger
in the cradle of our childhood
and all those precious times
in the years, we wished away.
(30 August 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Travelling down memory lane
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends.
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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Perhaps I'll Never Again See Old Clara Mountain
I'm getting on in years and looking older even than my age of two years with three score
And perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain and climb the high fields up through Claramore
In Claraghtalea I started my life's journey but I'm not to know where and when that journey will end
In sixty two years I've known a lot of people but not everyone I've known I'd call a friend
I often think about the Town of Millstreet where mine once was a fairly well known face
Though there today I well might be a stranger a stranger even in my old Homeplace
I am one of many migrants from Duhallow for to try my luck in the big World out there
Duhallow people are known to be travellers and one from there one could meet anywhere
I often think of those I went to school with many of them the grandparents of today
Perhaps the years have left them looking older even some of them with the departed lay
It has been many years since I've last seen them the years eventually do tell on all
On looking back our young years went so quickly and for everyone of us a final Fall
Perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain or walk in the fields where the rank rushes grow
In Claraghatlea I began my life's journey but where and when that journey will end I'm not to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Well I was eight years old, and I have an older cousin who is three years older than me and she was doing acting, commercials, and modeling at the time and... to see my cousin doing that was really inspiring and I wanted to do it. So I went to my mom and I asked her if I could do it, and for the acting part of it, she made me study for a year.
quote by Hailee Steinfeld
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The Ruler Knows Us
You are three years older than Emmanuel,
And you are three years and eight months older than i am;
But Emmanuel is eight months older than i am.
This is like the game of ages around us,
But the Ruler knows us all;
And He knows when someone is born and when someone will die,
For this all about His works on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Now And Then
Hip hop, hard rock, be bop, punk rock
It will never stop.
Every generation will have its own
That is something that’s been shown.
As teens we think that the
older generation do not know
What is hip and what is slow
Our time is NOW and your time is THEN
But we still recognize which is
Foe and which is friend.
In ten years another generation will appear
Then we’ll have the same fears.
Maybe by then drug addiction, free sex
and telephone text will be gone
And just like you our memories
Will linger on.
So I guess what you told me will be true
But until then this will do.
NOW and THEN is the key
This is what makes us free.
Our rap can’t you see is just your poetry
It is just spoken faster, and a beat put to it.
So why is it that you catch a fit?
Is it the profanity or the violence that we see.
Maybe that’s the way it has to be?
poem by Louis Rams
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Break Up The Family
The strange logic in your clumsiest line
(it stayed, it stayed) it stayed emblazoned on my mind
You say, break up the family
And lets begin to live our lives
I want to see all my friends tonight
It wasnt youth, it wasnt life
Born old, sadly wise
Resigned (well, we were)
To ending our lives
Im so glad to grow older
To move away from those awful times
I want to see all my friends tonight
Yes, you found love, but you werent
At peace with your life
Home late, full of hate
Despise the ties that bind
Im so glad to grow older
To move away from those younger years
Im in love for the first time
And I dont feel bad
Let me see all my old friends
Let me put my arms around them
Cause I really do love them
Now does that sound mad ?
Captain of games, solid framed
I stood on the touchline
Hailstones, driven home
In a car - no brakes ? I dont mind
Im so glad to grow older
To move away from those darker years
Oh, Im in love for the first time
And I dont feel bad
So wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
So wish me luck again
Goodbye
Wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
Mmm... wish me luck, my friends
Goodbye
Ahh...
Ahh...
song performed by by Morrissey
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Where Has The Time Gone? !
When you're born it's a miracle your there and everyone's happy
'She's beautiful, I'm so happy, Congrats! 'is what they say.
You're innocent and an Angel to all eyes.
As you grow and get older and
learn your first words it's always an 'aww, She's growing so fast and now there's no going back.
Years 2 and 3 go by so fast then guess what your 4 and going to school, elementary.
Pre-K, Kinder,1st and 2nd then from 3rd to 4th to 5th, WOW! , that went quick now it's time for new people, new things: 6th grade the starting of your middle school years, you have more responsibilities and more stress and guess what, it stinks!
Graduate 6th go to 7th then...
Don't got your mom, barely got your dad can't deal with these changes, please take me out of this forbidden place!
Mom's side of family can't see them no more but weren't they just here what the hell happened!
8th grades here last time you'll see these people, time for another change, someone please come and save me!
Now in 9th with more new faces than familiar, but I guess it's all good, I'll do ok.
Until the next 3 years this is all I've got to say: Where Has The Time Gone? !
poem by Angel Gibbs
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Primary
The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
Slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought i'd say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...
The less we show ...
The very first time i saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time i touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don't change
So the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how i could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...
song performed by by Cure
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No adult in my family would ever tell me anything about who my father was. I knew from an older cousin - only four years older than I am - everything, or what little I could discover about him.
quote by John Irving
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My Friends Back In My Prime Years
My friends back in my prime years I never did disown
It's just that I live far from them and apart we have grown
We drank and played football together but our separate ways we've gone
And we have forged new friendships and life of course goes on.
My friends back in my prime years may now look a bit gray
And they might not know me or I might not know them if by chance we met today
In my memory they have remained young but in reality
The years have left their mark on them as the years have left their mark on me.
Old father time the aloof one to anyone doesn't bow
And some of my friends of my prime years may be grand parents now
Perhaps they now are showing their age and time has left them slow
They could run fast as I recall some twenty years ago.
My friends back in my prime years I may now not recognize
For time leaves it's mark on all of us I've come to realize
I drunk beer with them in the pub and with them played football
And that was many years ago as I can well recall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Hollywood will accept actresses playing ten years older, but actors can play ten years younger.
quote by Greta Scacchi
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