And Time Passed
53And Time Passed
As time is a thing that passes in the journey from the womb to the tomb. I was a little bit closer to being worm food, & gone, cha cha cha. I didn't know how I was going to go I only knew all the possibilities.
I've come close a few times, oh, yes, indeed. The car slipping & sliding on the ice & snow. Sideways into the other lane right in front of a Semi-Truck. Ooops, time to say, goodbye. But the car came out of the slide, back into the my lane, up a bank of snow, & back into my lane, & driving straight down the road.
So old Gramps Chief Apathetic walked outside still on his journey through this world. Fresh snow, cold, no tracks in the snow of human or beast. So of course I had to go stomping through the snow to track it all up. Weeeee, look at me I am stomping through the snow.
A stomping we shall go, a stomping we shall go, a hi ho a dairy-o a stomping we shall go.
Stomping through the snow, a hi ho a dairy-o, a stomping through the snow.
So who were the first human beings to go a stomping through the snow. Oh, no, it's all been done before.
But, Tracks In The Snow, wouldn't be a bad Song Title. Probably do a Net search & find anywhere from 1 to zillion songs with the title, Tracks In the Snow.
Ahh, and the back popped. My atomic structure decaying at a more rapid pace all the time. Thus I continue with my plan of paying my "bills" & rendering unto Caesar what is Caesar's until I leave this world.
It's not much of a plan I admit. But it is a plan.
Hmmm, I wonder if Jesus knew some 2000 years ago when he said, Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, that while it may look like Caesar is building some really grand swell world upon the earth that in the long run all it will do is turn into Hell on Earth.
Sure are a lot people on the Net talking about how it's becoming, dare I say it, Hell on Earth.
Yeah, well, my back, neck, shoulders, one hand, one hip, & eyes, aren't to swift either.
The continuing joys of getting old. The possibility of looming, dare I say it, Senility.
Hey, don't be making fun of me because I am senile because I'll remember it.
Hey hey hey
The snow falling down upon the ground
Covering the trees
Wind whistling around
There's no tracks in the snow
There's no place you want to go
You'd rather watch the snow falling down
Covering the ground
Listening to the silence of the wind
Whistling around
There are no tracks in the snow
There no place you want to go
Hey hey hey
Just another day of your journey through
So a stomping through the snow you go
And now don't you know don't you know'
There's tracks in the snow
There's tracks in the snow
