Friday, October 28, 2011

Regrets

I've always heard that most people's regrets are not the things they did, but those they didn't do. Mine are the same.

Sometimes I regret that I was a 'good girl' when I was in high school. I studied hard, read a lot, made good grades. I skipped the dances, the prom, the late nights 'cruising Broad' with boys. Ya, I regret that.

Sometimes I regret that it seemed so important to me to be a 'virgin' when I married. Somehow now that seems way over-rated. I said 'no' to a young man I truly loved when I was 16. Ya, I regret that.

Odd thoughts for a cool, rainy, fall evening I suppose. But being alone tonight, tired, and knowing full well the opportunities for that kind of joy and love are long since past, ya, tonight I have regrets.

Tomorrow, in the morning light, good sense will once again prevail, and I will realize my life is most likely better because of those 'wise decisions' way back then. But right now, ya, those regrets are strong.

Regrets .. ya, I have a few.

Friday Flashback - 1966 - The Left Banke

'Walk Away Renee'
The Left Banke



And for those of you who didn't sing it over and over and over ..

And when I see the sign that points one way
The lot we used to pass by every day

Just walk away, Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You're not to blame

From deep inside the tears that I'm forced to cry
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide

Just walk away, Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now, as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me, it cries

Just walk away, Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now, as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me, it cries

Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me though they're so small

Just walk away, Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You're not to blame

Friday, October 21, 2011

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Holy Father, just for today, hold back the walls of darkness.
Blessed Mother, lift high for me the light that is my escape.
Do not allow the walls to collapse upon me;
Nor the gale to extinguish your light.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Friday Flashback - 1971 - Pooh !

'House at Pooh Corner'
Loggins and Messina