A regret, and my response

Damn!
I perceive with regret that I am
But a creature that moves
In predestinate grooves
I'm not even a bus, I'm a tram

Maurice Evan Hare (1905)

My response:

Why get angry and cuss
For just not being a bus?
By being on rails
The tram only fails
To go astray and cause a fuss.

t's a reasonable time in the morning. The little body next to me stirs; the eyes flutter open, then close again. A little turn, and two little arms twine themselves around my neck, as the child cuddles up for a few minutes. Then the eyes, and the mouth, smile up at me. A few quiet remarks, a short prayer, and then, the child is up ( Read more... )

Another year comes to an end ( Read more... )

Rush,rush, rush ( Read more... )

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, goes the saying ( Read more... )

The days pass by ( Read more... )

These words occurred to me ( Read more... )

On an FB post of mine (which is where, now, all the interesting conversations and debates happen for me....LJ is a closed door), someone asked me, "What is your definition of age ( Read more... )

I find that I take the shots, but am often not able to decide which is the good shot and which ones can be discarded.

Here are three photos I took of trees "crowned by the colours of Fall":


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