Just one of the things I get from this Cat Stevens hit is the idea of coping with loss...saying goodbye...what you think about and how it feels when you have a loss. I am 59 and I don't think anyone can get to that age without a few losses and some pain. I don't dwell on it, but I don't suppress it either.
Like many people, I have a wall in my house that is dedicated to the ancestors...those who have gone...those who were once young...those who made a path for me.
Like many people, I have a wall in my house that is dedicated to the ancestors...those who have gone...those who were once young...those who made a path for me.
And you might think that I would idealize them or describe them in terms that are larger than life and flattering.
But instead, I often think about their quirks, flaws, weaknesses, mistakes...about how they coped...about how imperfect and how heroic they were.
And the patches make the goodbye harder still.
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time?
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans
Denim blue fading up to the sky
And though you want them to last forever
You know they never will
You know they never will
And the patches make the goodbye harder still
What will you leave us this time?
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans
Denim blue fading up to the sky
And though you want them to last forever
You know they never will
You know they never will
And the patches make the goodbye harder still
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