Time Marches On

December 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

As I write this, it is a little less than six hours where I live to the start of 2017. In some parts of the world, the calendar has already flipped to the new year. So this is where I say Happy New Year and wish everyone a happy, healthy, and prosperous 2017.

I feel like I should share a poem or some lyrics about the changing of the calendar and the move into a new year, but I don’t have anything along those lines. However, I do have a little something I’ve written about the passage and the passing of time. It breaks time down a bit more than year to year, but it is all I have.

The lyric to follow turns on the idea of an hourglass, which was once a way people measured time. A restaurant I occasionally eat at still uses a smaller version for timing the steeping of tea.

The grains of sand in the hourglass have occasionally been used as metaphor for the passage of time and the running down of a life, and that is how I have approached the hourglass here, combining it with the notion of the turning of the calendar.

One Grain Of Sand

I stare at the clock but the hands don’t move
It feels as if time is just standing still
I stare at the clock, hear the secondhand ticking
Time lost that I can’t get back, and I never will

Flip through the pages of the year gone by
I look at the dates, all meaningless now
Flip through the pages as if through a magazine
I can’t turn back time; I wouldn’t know how

Life in the hourglass, one grain of sand
Time rushing by me but not the way that I planned
No turning back, only one way to go
The closer I get to the end, the harder it is to go slow

I look at the sun, watch it set in the sky
Another day gone, time through my hand
I look at the sun and watch as it’s fading
Slipping away like one grain of sand

Slipping away like one grain of sand

© 2017 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Some Holiday Cheer

December 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

Even though I wrote my previous post 18 days ago intending to publish it on my birthday, I managed not to post it until today. As a result, I am doubling down on posts today. Consider it my early Christmas gift to you.

Because it is Christmas, I feel I should publish something holiday-related. So I will. Every year, I make a stab at writing a Christmas song because we certainly don’t have enough already. (Well, maybe we do, but why should others have all the fun of adding to the glut.)

This year, I actually wrote two holiday songs, but because moderation is always preached around the holidays, I will only share one of them with you. I’m actually quite proud of this one. I hope you enjoy it and the sentiment it conveys. Merry Christmas to those so inclined. Happy holidays to the rest of you!

Merry Christmas Eve

The presents are wrapped, and the stockings are hung
The kids are asleep, and the carols are sung
We stand ‘neath the mistletoe, just you and me
For a last kiss, this Merry Christmas Eve

The lights on the tree, all shining so bright
Reflecting the promise of a magical night
Watching them glow, it’s not hard to believe
In love and hope this Merry Christmas Eve

There’s a chill in the air and a warmth in our hearts
That comes around this time of year
The joy of the season, the moments we share
When family and friends gather near

(instrumental) – Dream of snow
(instrumental) – Hang Mistletoe
Dress the presents in ribbons and bows
And put them out this Merry Christmas Eve

There’s a chill in the air and a warmth in our hearts
That comes around this time of year
The joy of the season, the moments we share
When family and friends gather near

The hour is late, the lights are turned low
A last cup of cheer, one final Christmas bow
The sleigh has been packed, Santa’s ready to leave
To make his rounds this Merry Christmas Eve

To one and all, a Merry Christmas Eve

© 2017 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Looking Both Ways

December 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

Today is my birthday. With each succeeding birthday, I seem to grow a bit more philosophical. Understandable, I suppose, given that more of my life is behind me than lies ahead, barring additional scientific advances.

On occasions like this, I find myself thinking about time, how I’ve used it, how I’ve spent it, how I’ve wasted it, how I hope to use it in the future. Thinking about life’s victories and disappointments.

Listening to John Mayer’s song “Gravity,” with an ear and an eye toward possibly covering it in the future provided the background music to this thought process. Later, I came up with the following lines.

Time

Time is running away from me
And time is out of my control
I can’t help but wonder just where the minutes went
Somehow, this life just doesn’t feel whole

I can’t explain just what I mean
But somewhere in the gaps between the night and day
The moments seemed to slip away

Time is running away from me
And time is out of my hands
I can’t help but think about the moments that got past me
Life went by while I was making other plans

I can’t explain just what I mean
But somewhere in the gaps between the night and day
The moments seemed to slip away

Time is running away from me
And I fall further behind
I can’t help but wish for the chance to start again
Now it’s no longer time out of mind

© 2017 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Memories

December 2, 2016 § Leave a comment

“. . . light the corners of my mind.”

Recently, I found a Facebook post that I copied and shared on my own timeline asking people to share a memory they have of me. Reading through the comments, I was reminded of a few events I had completely forgotten, as well as a couple of occurrences I still can’t recall.

My wife has noted on numerous occasions through the years my inability to remember certain things and events. I joke that it guarantees no one will truly be able to tell when I’ve gone senile because I won’t be all that different.

Today’s entry was born out of reading those shared Facebook memories and is a tongue-in-cheek look at my own memory lapses. It has a few more words than some of my efforts. Sorry. The specific events mentioned did not actually take place . . . as far as I can remember.

Tell Me More

I’ve forgotten more of my past than I can remember
And my future’s not looking too clear
Though I can tell you what time it is
I can’t tell you what I’m doing here
I guess my life’s had more adventure
Than I can seem to recall
The only thing I can say for sure
Is that I’m glad I lived through it all

So tell me more if you’d be so kind
You know, the details have slipped my mind
The memories I’ve left behind
Could fill another life in another time
We sure had some great adventures
And made some great memories
But I can’t recall a single one at all
So won’t you repeat them please

Remember that trip we took to the desert?
I can’t say that I do
But if you tell me that we had a good time
I’ll take your word that it’s true
It seems that you recall more of my life
Than the memories I’ve retained
I’m counting on you to fill in the gaps
As I think I’ve just explained

So tell me more if you’d be so kind
You know, the details have slipped my mind
The memories I’ve left behind
Could fill another life in another time
We sure had some great adventures
And made some great memories
But I can’t recall a single one at all
So won’t you repeat them please

You recall you and me in 1993
But for me that time is a blur
And you recall that fix in 2006
But I don’t recall where we were
It’s as if you’ve lived my life
And I was nowhere to be found
So tell it all right from the start
As if I was never around

So tell me more if you’d be so kind
You know, the details have slipped my mind
The memories I’ve left behind
Could fill another life in another time
We sure had some great adventures
And made some great memories
But I can’t recall a single one at all
So won’t you repeat them please

I don’t remember, I must confess
So won’t you repeat them please
I guess I suffer from CRS
So won’t you repeat them please
Don’t you know my mind is a mess
So won’t you repeat them please

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