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"Playing With The Masters!"
Hello
And in the conversation I mentioned a poem I’d
read some years before and said “I’d send you a copy”
I wonder how many times you and I have said
something along the lines of “I’ll send you one” over the years and hopefully,
most of the time, we’ve kept the promise made.
And so...
There I was searching through a file on my
computer called: “Masters”. It’s where I keep all the great poems, sayings,
pictures and templates – so I know where to find them when I need them. (Unlike
some other ‘stuff’ I spend ages searching for!!)
Anyway...
I found the poem. It’s by the well-known
author ‘Anon’ and one their best works – really inspirational. You’ll see it
later. But...
Whilst I was ‘in the file’ so to speak I
noticed another short poem I’d save there some years ago. I’d first read it in
the autobiography of the famous film star, Kirk Douglas, called: The Ragman’s
Son.
Both then and now...
The poem moves me emotionally and prompts me
to give of my best in every situation in which I find myself. It sends a frisson
of excitement and slight dread nibbling at my spine each time I read it. And at
one stage I’d had it framed and hung it my office – though
over many moves I’ve lost it.
Here it is – I do hope you’ll love it as much
as I do:
Let
me live out my years ---in heat of blood!
Let me die drunken with the Dreamer's wine!
Let me not see this soul-house built of mud,
Go toppling to the dust----a vacant shrine.
Let me go quickly like a candlelight
Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow.
Give me high noon---and let it then be night---
Thus would I go.
And grant me when I face this Grisly Thing
One haughty cry to pierce the Gray Perhaps!
Oh let me be a tune-swept fiddle-string
That feels the Master Melody-
And snaps!!!
Might this...
Be worth sharing?
Go on then...
Peter Thomson
Editor and
“Poem-Sharing” Publisher
tgiMondays
PS: comments, thoughts, ideas, puzzles or
laughter to:
peter@tgimondays.com
Here’s the other one:
The Man In The Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle
for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and pull out a plum
And think you’re a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
He’s the fellow to please - never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear to the end.
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass
Anon
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