tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post5470551930015277061..comments2024-03-28T11:20:31.192-04:00Comments on Years That Answer: The TimeColettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-3345655586520293952016-08-25T14:50:03.216-04:002016-08-25T14:50:03.216-04:00I know what you mean! I know what you mean! Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-548932597508909442016-08-25T14:05:47.786-04:002016-08-25T14:05:47.786-04:00I wish I could go back and undo some of the hurtfu...I wish I could go back and undo some of the hurtful things I said and did. I never thought of anyone but myself. I've changed now, but it's too late to undo all the pain I caused. BlessingsLesley UKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12690616440969201231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-2340197059682685592016-08-23T07:56:24.785-04:002016-08-23T07:56:24.785-04:00I would most certainly defer to you on this, 8thda...I would most certainly defer to you on this, 8thday, as you know a thing or two about the ideas I'm struggling to formulate in this post. I look forward to reading your post on the subject.Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-86108617765086276402016-08-22T21:41:14.904-04:002016-08-22T21:41:14.904-04:00I think I might disagree with your addendum (which...I think I might disagree with your addendum (which will perhaps become a blog post) but mostly your post reminded me of this song:<br /><br />"On My Way To You"<br /><br /><br />So often<br />As I wait for sleep<br />I find myself reciting<br />The words I've<br />Or should have said<br />Like scene<br />That need rewriting<br /><br />The smiles<br />I never answered<br />Doors perhaps<br />I should have opened<br />Songs forgotten<br />In the morning<br /><br />I relived<br />The roles I played<br />The tears<br />I may have squandered<br />The many pipers<br />I have paid<br />Along the road<br />I wandered<br /><br />Yet all the time<br />I knew it<br />Love was somewhere<br />Out there waiting<br />Thought I may regret<br />A kiss or two<br /><br />If I had changed<br />A single day<br />What when to miss<br />Or when to stray<br />I may have never found<br />My way to you<br /><br />I wouldn't change<br />A thing that happened<br />On my may to you<br /><br />Songwriters<br />LEGRAND, MICHEL JEAN / BERGMAN, ALAN / BERGMAN, MARILYN<br /><br /><br />8thdayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17139355263412766126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-17221750201400636182016-08-22T00:29:41.954-04:002016-08-22T00:29:41.954-04:00My days just fly by now, it's true. It is also...My days just fly by now, it's true. It is also a little disconcerting.Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-50903249064990257352016-08-22T00:27:28.712-04:002016-08-22T00:27:28.712-04:00Your comment stuck with me all day. It inspired me...Your comment stuck with me all day. It inspired me to go back and add an addendum 'cause I felt like my post was a bit glib. Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-64443948444880197562016-08-22T00:22:07.849-04:002016-08-22T00:22:07.849-04:00And have you ever felt the older we are, the faste...And have you ever felt the older we are, the faster time flies? I feel as though I no longer have enough time left to do the things i want. Sort of like watching the candle with the hour marks on it melting away and so thinking the hour markers are now alot thinner than there were 20 years ago. Maybe that is just my new brains way of seeing time. CrabbieCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06449121678036642775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4729559664676971737.post-69263745002861911082016-08-21T12:29:28.942-04:002016-08-21T12:29:28.942-04:00I don't know how it works. But I do know that ...I don't know how it works. But I do know that if I had the chance I would go back and change a lot of the pain. If everything that has happened to us in our lives makes us who we are, then perhaps it also changes who we could have been.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.com