BECOMING INVISIBLE ISN'T WELCOME
Becoming invisible.
That is what getting old means in a society possessed by infatuation with youth.
I think about this because I am entering the winter of my life.
And it is taking some effort to embrace with the same abandon that youth can offer.
This story ends with a musician who found his way to a place to die that was his place of abandon.
The same person has done this video
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Uploaded by Thespadecaller
Text with the Thespadecaller video at youtube ~
A video featuring the art and paintings of Cuzona Allport, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Berthe Morisot, Vincent Van Gogh, John Singer Sargent, and Spadecaller.
The lyrics are a traditional variation of a poem entitled The Brookside written by Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton) c. 1850 and the tune was created by Barbara Barry (1984).
LYRICS:
I wandered by a brookside
I wandered by a mill
I could not hear the water
The murmuring it was still
Not a sound of any grasshopper
Nor the chirp of any bird
But the beating of my own heart
Was the only sound I heard
The beating of my own heart
Was the only sound I heard
Then silent tears fast flowing
When someone stood beside
A hand upon my shoulder
I knew the touch was kind
He drew me near and nearer
We neither spoke one word
But the beating of our own two hearts
Was the only sound I heard
The beating of our own two hearts
Was the only sound I heard
Click post title to another video by Thespadecaller
called Pink Floyd If
Labels: Aging, GIFT OF MUSIC, Sandra Hammel ilovemylife, youth
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