LABOR DAY
Monday
September 1, 2014 9:12 am
I
guess I have nothing (like usual) of great importance to write but
before leaving for work I thought I would record a few lines. First,
“Happy Labor Day” to any and all who might read these few words
today.
I
awoke earlier and as usual my shoulder is aching and I remembered a
quote from Lord Byron he had written in a letter to a friend. At the
time he wrote this he was only in his 20's but he clearly understood
something about aging. I think he had been ill for a bit when he saw,
“...the sword wearing out the scabbard...” I love that line and
that thought: for it's the same in me, all men I suppose?
This
morning I awake and in my spirit (my sword) I still feel young. I
have hopes and long held dreams and desires... and things I still
long to do. Yet, my body (my scabbard) has much different ideas and I
see my life passing away without accomplishing much of anything at
all really. And certain dreams... are merely that, just a dream :(
In
this same letter to his friend he included a poem which added to the
lament of giving up... of course not willingly, but having to simply
by reason of age, infirmity, or just the passing of time, He titled it:
So
We'll Go No More a Roving
So,
we'll go no more a roving
So
late into the night,
Though
the heart be still as loving,
And
the moon be still as bright.
For
the sword outwears its sheath,
And
the soul wears out the breast,
And
the heart must pause to breathe,
And
love itself have rest.
Though
the night was made for loving,
And
the day returns too soon,
Yet
we'll go no more a roving
By
the light of the moon.
I
understand well his angst in seeing time steal everything away and
with it the hope of what might have been? I see this in the words,
“Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as
bright.” I mean on the surface nothing has changed... not the
feelings of his heart and neither that which seems unchangeable, like
the brightness of the Moon. Yet, time... that hateful specter, steals
away even hope after awhile. Because you keep telling yourself,
“Someday.. someday, just wait and see, it will happen,,, someday!”
Then, one day a person looks up and deep within themselves they
realize... “someday” will never really happen, it was but a dream
within a dream.
And
the last stanza... well, I remember that time as if it were but only
yesterday, “Though the night was made for loving, and the day
returns too soon, yet we'll go no more a roving by the light of the
moon.” Sad, so very, very, sad :(
Me
thinks I will now turn my hourglass over once again and watch my life,
and my dreams fall and fail with the passing of each tiny grain of
sand: then, as always, I will dress and once again leave for work.
Many times doing things I hate simply because I'm expected and
supposed to be doing them. Yep, me and Martin sadly share the same
fate when he said, “My whole life is … 'have to.'”
I
didn't want to be Martin... I would have rather been 'Benjamin'
crying out (…...) in the movie it was “Elaine.” In real life
(lol) I'm neither Martin or Benjamin... rather, just a guy trying to get by the best he can, Yep, I'm average, and typical, and now leaving for work :)
posted by Robin Johnson @ 9:12 AM
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