When I was One and Twenty
(With apologies to A.E. Housman)
When I was one and twenty,
My world was make-believe.
A play directed by others
I felt compelled to please.
But now I’m one and seventy,
The play is on the shelf.
No lines to learn, no marks to hit,
The director is myself.
I'll Call It Like I See It 
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11 responses to “When I Was One and Twenty (with apologies to A.E. Housman)”
I am somewhat more confident now that I am 61, but I still have time to become wiser still, Sheila. 😉
Happy birthday week, dear Sheila and tell Teresa hello too! (I miss Red and sometimes want to use Pretty for your special one. xoxo
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I think that is great, Sheila. We become more and more ourselves I guess…MOL 😀 Happy one and seventy ❤ Pawkisses for a Wonderful Weekend 🙂 ❤
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Thanks so much, Granny!!
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Love love love!
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Thanks, thanks, thanks!!
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I love this! Wait, did you have a birthday? If so, happy happy. And if not, at least you are now the director, a lesson I literally tried to hit my daughter (an actor) over the head with when she was recently visiting.
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So delighted a poet loved my poetry!! 🙂
I will have a birthday this week!
Ah, mother-daughter drama. Been there. Done that.
I’m pulling for both of you.
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I could sing Happy birthday to you, but I don’t want to lose your friendship ;). So I’ll just shout it: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHEILA! With the daughter, not so much drama as me trying to impart wisdom and her hoping I’ll stop imparting.
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THANKS, LUANNE!!!
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Hear hear
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Thanks, Robyn. You knew me when I was one and twenty. At one and seventy, I’m happy for that.
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