Prenostalgic Warning
It took me by surprise, though, that I do feel a few regrets about the way I spent my earlier youth. But Simon and Garfunkel say it better here, and just for convenience, I reproduce their bittersweet and yet jaunty lyrics below.
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A Hazy Shade Of Winter
Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities;
I was so hard to please.
But look around, leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside;
It's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend:
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again...
Look around, the grass is high,
The fields are ripe, its the springtime of my life...
Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery,
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory slips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme,
Drinking my vodka and lime...
But look around, leaves are brown now,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown...
There's a patch of snow on the ground...
Labels: Education, Nostalgia, Simon and Garfunkel, Youth
1 Comments:
I distinctly remember what you told me about warnings last year, especially when I told you that you cannot protect the young against themselves.
Your warnings and advice have been effective and useful many times, although I must admit that I haven't followed your latest advice.
Instead, I took the advice of a certain disciple of yours who told me to "just do it".
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