Friday, June 27, 2008

The Importance of Importance


I’ve been thinking lately about things that were important to me when I was younger as opposed to the things that are important to me now. For instance When I was younger it was important to make the most of every waking hour and today it is more important to get a good nights rest and have time to reflect on things before making rash decisions.

When I was younger it was important to bound up and down stairs three at a time. Now it is important to contemplate every step. When I was young I wanted to work on my cars, and now I work on my house. When I was young I use inappropriate tools, and now I get the best labor saving tools. When I was young I’d read every book I could get my hands on and now I write and write and write some more. When I was young I drove fast and now I pull over to let tractors pass me (only kidding). When I was young I’d buy at least five albums a week. Now I drive in silence listening for tell-tale signs that the truck is going to break down.

When I was young I was obsessed with dating and mating. Now I’m just happy if someone gives me a sincere smile.

Writing this piece reminded me of an old song by Pete Seger. I saw a documentary on him on PBS a couple weeks ago. He’s getting old and this song pretty much sums up the universal aging process.


MY GET UP AND GO HAS GOT UP AND WENT by Pete Seger

Chorus
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
In spite of it all, I'm able to grin
When I think of the places my get up has been

Old age is golden, I think I've heard said
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up

As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But nations are warring and business is vexed
So I'll stick around to see what happens next

chorus.

When I was younger, my slippers were red
I could kick up my heels right over my head
When I was older my slippers were blue
But still I could dance the whole night thru

Now I am old, my slippers are black
I huff to the store and I puff my way back
But never you laugh, I don't mind at all
I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all

chorus

I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I stopped off at the little grocery store on Olney, across from the old Ash apts (dont know what they're called now), and was going to get a Daily Astorian. The gal in there said, "We don't have the Daily Asswipe. As a matter of fact, the only time I read it is to see if I'm in the obits!" And, the only reason I had bought it was because we had been told a friends obit was in it and we wanted to see when the memorial service was!

A good song but you know you're only at the half way mark!

3:46 PM  
Blogger Jeff said...

Cool, I'm still young according to you. I still use inappropriate tools. Who says a crescent wrench can't also be a hammer!

6:02 PM  
Anonymous g said...

you're the oldest "GUY" I know.

I must be young. I thought the chorus "My get up and go, got up and left" was coined by Aerosmith.

I can't believe you didn't save me any strawberries. ;-)

6:55 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Anon, looks like circulation if diving. Half way mark? I was at that when I was 33. I know I'm only going to live to 66. Blog article to follow someday.

No, No Jeff. It is only proper to use an Estwing hammer as a hammer.

G? Aerosmith? They've been robbing songs since time began. Think "Walk this way" was theirs?
Hey the Colonel is telling tales out of school about you in the pot article below.

10:36 PM  
Anonymous small g not big G said...

G(uy):

i am g and i can neither confirm, nor deny that information.

I did not have sexual relations with that woman. I did not inhale. I read that somewhere and made it my own.

What were we talking about?

12:37 PM  

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