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Headstall's Reflections - 23. Chapter 23 Rhyming Couplets- Curious Until the End

A little bit of me....

Headstall’s Reflections

 

 

Chapter 23 Curious Until the End

 

 

Just an old man sighing as he stares in the mirror

If he could find his glasses he’d be able to see clearer

So much useless knowledge that has been amassed

What happens to it now with his life soon passed

 

No more captive audience to hear his boring tales

Or the stuff he could tell you about boats and sails

A lifetime of energy spent in search of mans’ truth

A journey that began in his now distant youth

 

Traveled the world on real ships that heaved

From the fabric of nations, a tapestry weaved

So much did he share with a loved child on his knee

A spinner of memories that allowed his boy to see

 

Ridiculous the stuff still residing in his head

Like how to make rope out of gossamer thread

His nighttime approaches, but there’s still much to know

Like when the curtain closes, where will it all go

 

Is there anything more, is he on some list

Or might he be deposited in time’s primordial mist

His mother always insisted curiosity killed the cat

One more thing to wonder, how the hell did she know that?

Thanks for reading. I hope you found something here.
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On 09/09/2016 11:29 AM, Parker Owens said:

This speaks very insistently to me, Gary. There is so much to ponder, so much to explore, and at the same time, so much to cherish and recall. This aging soul salutes your curiosity and your urge to understand. Perhaps you can teach us something of navigation in this big wide world. A wonderful poem, Gary. -P

Thank you, Parker. I'm glad you connected with this. I never want to lose my lust for learning, but I do wonder sometimes... what's the point when it all ends with my end... but then I think of the words I'll leave behind... I appreciate your response very much... cheers... Gary...

 

Just an old man sighing as he stares in the mirror
If he could find his glasses he’d be able to see clearer

 

So much useless knowledge that has been amassed

 

What happens to it now with his life soon passed


Change that to woman, and that was how I was feeling this week. Getting old and reminded of your own mortality sucks. I think it's only natural to wonder what legacy we will leave behind. The good thing is, we never stop learning, and don't stop growing unless we want to.
On 09/10/2016 06:29 AM, LitLover said:

 

Just an old man sighing as he stares in the mirror

If he could find his glasses he’d be able to see clearer

 

So much useless knowledge that has been amassed

 

What happens to it now with his life soon passed

Change that to woman, and that was how I was feeling this week. Getting old and reminded of your own mortality sucks. I think it's only natural to wonder what legacy we will leave behind. The good thing is, we never stop learning, and don't stop growing unless we want to.

Thanks, Lit, for reading. I think of you as very, very young, but when I harken back to me at your age, I remember considering my mortality too, so I get that you get it. There are many who seem to et their growth stall... I don't want to be one of those... no, I refuse to be one of those, but sometimes it seems a shame what I know will will go with me... but, not my/our writing... I appreciate this, my friend... cheers... Gary....

Beautiful Gary...
Im lucky to work in a field where why, and how come, and endless curiosity is a driving force. It keeps me curious and questioning, and never I want to lose that. At the same time, I get what you mean about looking back and wondering. I think it makes the subject of our tim's blog even more poignant..
As always your words inspire thought.. Thank you.

On 09/11/2016 03:09 AM, Defiance19 said:

Beautiful Gary...

Im lucky to work in a field where why, and how come, and endless curiosity is a driving force. It keeps me curious and questioning, and never I want to lose that. At the same time, I get what you mean about looking back and wondering. I think it makes the subject of our tim's blog even more poignant..

As always your words inspire thought.. Thank you.

Thanks, Def. I'm always pleased when someone relates to what comes out of me. I never want to lose my drive, but sometimes I do get discouraged. I've been around long enough to know we go in cycles, though, and I count on me to right whenever I tilt :) . Thanks for the support, my friend... cheers... Gary....

Okay, Gary, you have to stop this--you're scaring me with these echoes of my own feelings and thoughts. I've been sick most of this week, nothing big other than a cold/flu, but I've been listless and had no energy, and that's bad for a writer...:)
I began writing here as a result of colon surgery, and thought if I had anything of import to say, I should try now. Now, my vision problems have made that both harder and yet more urgent....so if I miss time being under the weather, I get struck by those very thoughts you mention.
I think back on all my knowledge, and am dismayed that most of it can be found elsewhere, minus my interpretation and sometimes amusing cross-connections. All that is unique are my memories of people and places now gone, and who wants to hear about that?
Looking in the recesses of my mind, with the winds of eternity blowing past, I think of the question Howard Carter was asked on finding King Tutankhamun's tomb: "What do you see?"
'Wonderful things,' I say to myself....but who else sees them? I am the last of my line, like the scribe scribbling to capture some vestige of the glory that was, before the Darkness falls....

On 09/11/2016 07:15 AM, ColumbusGuy said:

Okay, Gary, you have to stop this--you're scaring me with these echoes of my own feelings and thoughts. I've been sick most of this week, nothing big other than a cold/flu, but I've been listless and had no energy, and that's bad for a writer...:)

I began writing here as a result of colon surgery, and thought if I had anything of import to say, I should try now. Now, my vision problems have made that both harder and yet more urgent....so if I miss time being under the weather, I get struck by those very thoughts you mention.

I think back on all my knowledge, and am dismayed that most of it can be found elsewhere, minus my interpretation and sometimes amusing cross-connections. All that is unique are my memories of people and places now gone, and who wants to hear about that?

Looking in the recesses of my mind, with the winds of eternity blowing past, I think of the question Howard Carter was asked on finding King Tutankhamun's tomb: "What do you see?"

'Wonderful things,' I say to myself....but who else sees them? I am the last of my line, like the scribe scribbling to capture some vestige of the glory that was, before the Darkness falls....

Cg, this is beautiful, and poetic in itself. I'm so glad, bit not surprised, this resonates with you. We are at the time in our lives when we question where we've been and where we're going. Life is wonderful, but our place is only held for a short time. It we're lucky, ourds words will linger... thank you, my friend... and I hope you feel better... you have much still to say and learn, and so do I... cheers... Gary xo

On 10/15/2016 07:43 PM, Arazon said:

Awesome piece Gary. From this, I got reflection, conjecture and humour (that last line made me grin). I particularly loved the second last verse and the line: ‘Like when the curtain closes, where will it all go.’ Such an interesting question. The whole thing is so apt with the title, I sure know I’ll be curious til the end...

As we age, we do reflect... often, but aging is a part of life, and we need our humor when things start to ache :) Thanks for the review and your kind words, my friend... cheers... Gary....

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