You are old, Father FreeThinke,” the young man said, “And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head – Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
“In my youth,” Father FreeThinke replied to his son, “I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door – Pray, what is the reason of that?”
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, “I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment – one shilling the box – Allow me to sell you a couple?”
“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak – Pray, how did you managed to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose – What made you so awfully clever?”
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,” Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs!”
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me ______ as good belongs to you. I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing ______ a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, ______ formed from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here ______ from parents the same, ______ and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old ______ in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back awhile sufficed ______ at what they are, ______ but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak ______ at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy....
We sued that other popular medium to leave you a message today! Silver beat me to the "Spirit of" reference (Damn you Silllllverrrrrr!!!), but I got a good one...
You have officially outlived Yasser Arafat! Now, THAT should put a smile on your face! :)
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As the Three Stooges would say, "76! That's the spirit!"
ReplyDeleteMay God grant you many more.
Well, Happy Birthday, young man!
ReplyDeleteRuss T. Nayles said
ReplyDeleteYou are old, Father FreeThinke,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head –
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
“In my youth,” Father FreeThinke replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door –
Pray, what is the reason of that?”
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment – one shilling the box –
Allow me to sell you a couple?”
“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak –
Pray, how did you managed to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose –
What made you so awfully clever?”
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs!”
- Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FREETHINKE!
Happy Birthday to you FT. Hope you have the best day ever. 🍸
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself, and sing myself,
ReplyDeleteAnd what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me
______ as good belongs to you.
I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing
______ a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood,
______ formed from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here
______ from parents the same,
______ and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old
______ in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back awhile sufficed
______ at what they are,
______ but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak
______ at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy....
~ Walt Whiman (181-1892) - from Song of Myself
_________ INVICTUS _________
ReplyDeleteOut of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever God may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not cried nor winced aloud,
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the captain of my fate,
I am the master of my soul.
~ William Earnest Henley (1849-1903)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
ReplyDeleteWe sued that other popular medium to leave you a message today! Silver beat me to the "Spirit of" reference (Damn you Silllllverrrrrr!!!), but I got a good one...
You have officially outlived Yasser Arafat! Now, THAT should put a smile on your face! :)
JMJ
Brilliant minds...
DeleteOutlived Yasser Arafat! That's funny!
Love that!
DeleteUsed! Not "sued" (whatever that is! lol! I think it might be something that happened to Johnny Cash!)
ReplyDeleteJMJ
Hope it is all or mostly Good FT. Nothing good about getting older.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday FT!
ReplyDeleteMay your coffin be made of the wood of a hundred year old oak and may you plant the tree tomorrow.
IDIOT
DeleteYes, you are, Anon. But why point it out?
DeleteMany happy returns, FreeThinke!
Happy Birthday FreeThinke!!.
ReplyDeleteThank you, everybody. It was a beautiful day yesterday in every regard. I am blest.
ReplyDeleteHowever, –– and here I'm happy to use the cliché –– "The only good thing about getting older is that it beats the alternative."
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Happy belated birthday, FT!
ReplyDeleteBe sure to click on the above link. You should get a celebratory, animated graphic in a few seconds.
DeleteBetter late than never, indeed, AOW. Thanks! Got a lot of EXTRA animated greatings from the kitties with link as well, Loved them all.
DeleteThaks again
A Happy (belated) Birthday, FT!
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