January 7, 2013
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Monday Monday Monday
It's a brand new day. Let it lift you. As recommended by one of my favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter songs that I sing:
"Don't be late for your life."
You've been saying for the longest time. That the time has come. You've been talking like you're of the mind. To get some changing done. Maybe move out of the city. Find some quiet little town. Where you can sit out on your back porch steps and watch the sun go down.
No one knows where they belong. The search just goes on and on and on. For every day that goes wrong, another one's right. A change of scene would sure be great. The thought is nice to comtemplate. But the question begs, why would you wait. Don't be late for your life.
Now you might never find that perfect town, but the sun still sets. On a roof top where the city sounds like a Gershwin clarinet. And you might still be searching every face, for one you can't forget. Love is out there in a strangers clothes. You just haven't met them yet.
No one knows where they belong the search just goes on and on and on. For every day that goes wrong, another one's right. Call it chance of call it fate. Either one is cause to celebrate. The question begs, why would you wait. Don't be late for your life.
(pats heart, and points to you)
Comments (11)
This is a very inspiring entry on Monday!
@SherryAngeLMysteriez - Inspiration to "Get on out there."
Got me out of my chair! Thanks for the inspiration.
Perfect timing on this. Thanks Lyne!
Call it chance baby, call it fate
Either one is cause to celebrate
I hadn't heard this song before...Happy Monday Lyne! ilym
@crankycaregiver - My pleasure.
@songoftheheart - I love perfect timing. It's always waiting around the corner, you know? Hugs!
@SandraErickson -
@mlbncsga - It's a nice one, eh? Enjoy your fine week.
Hope your Monday is going well! Those are great lyrics!
I definitely don't want to be late for my life! Sometimes though the sound of that clarinet can make you pause and listen and lose track of the time...
@Iamsurrounded - Great lyrics bring us to a better place.
@murisopsis - That's a good thing, right?
Dear Lyne,
First of all, per usual, thank you for your recent visit to and comment on my blog. I've been embracing the idea I've written about in at least two poems, "aging backward". I turn 60 in May, and I feel younger and more vibrant and creative than I have been in a long time
I love the recycled snowman. I'll be needing a snowman for next year's "Mikivity Scene" at Christmas. Perhaps I'll recycle one!
As I've often heard, and never tire of repeating. Life is a journey. The destination is the final realization at the time of our deaths. That's going to be glorious, for sure, but I've never been in any hurry to get there. The journey, and the things we find and the people we meet along the way are what's important.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
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