City - Ottaw State - ILLINOIS Country - United States
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Women live by feelings... men die by them... When I first saw this I thought, "Hmmmm, nice moment." Then I went home and took a closer look. What I first thought as a couple sitting and sharing a moment as they watched a river roll by... shifted into an image of two people separated... and maybe this is a last time they will sit together. Body language says more than cursory optimism... Rosie Thomas has a song that does more on this moment than I can. The lyrics of the song follow.
It don't matter to the sun If you go or if you stay No, the sun is gonna rise, gonna rise Shine down on another day There will be a tomorrow Even if you choose to leave 'Cause it don't matter to the sun no, no It matters to me
It ain't gonna stop the world If you walk out that door This old world just keeps spinning round, spinning round Like it did the day before 'Cause to them it makes no difference It just keeps on keeping time 'Cause it ain't gonna stop the world no But it'll be the end of mine
So what can I say? What can I do? I'm still in love. Why aren't you?
'Cause it don't matter to the moon If your're not in my life No the moon will just keep hanging round, hanging round Like its just another night Who find another place to shine On some other lovers dreams 'Cause it don't matter to the moon no, no It matters to me
It don't matter to the moon no, no But it matters to me
It don't matter to the moon no, no But it matters to me
I repeat my claim... women live by feelings... men die by them..........
Very Nice, I like your thoughts. reminds me of what i wrote a few years back with this picture. I enjoy your Portfolio. Thank you for sharing
The Bench..... At first glance you may think oh it is just a worn out bench, But when i looked at the bench I could see memories, and stories. I see a mom with her little girl waiting for the bus to take her to kindergarten. A grandmother watching the little ones play, just as one brings her a wildflower. I see a father and child, as they sit together, getting their fishing poles strung with bait, and the grandfather who so carefully weaves a basket. Sisters who watch their mom enjoy the bluebonetts. I see a father take his loving arms and wraps them around his daughter in her most mournful moment. I see lovers holding hands talking of things, being able to see the love in their eyes, and in their smiles.
But mostly I see my self sitting on the bench watching the sun go down, and dreaming of being that sister, mother and grandmother, and daughter, and of being that lover to my best friend as we make our own memories and stories on the bench.
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