— Christopher Morley
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
– Louis Macneice
you’re six times six years old today. Six years each as child, boy, adolescent, youth, young man, and youngish man. Now you’re in your prime, though you won’t admit it (yet).
You’ve got a job, a bank account, and a life of your own, but you’re still a son. If you’re lucky, your parents realise you can take care of yourself. You may not need them now, but they still need you.
Look what they did to me to get your attention!
Go ssssee them! Or I’ll sssscratch!
P.SSSSS. I MEAN ITTTT!
Oh, yes, …and Happy Birthday.
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Ready for a new challenge? Try this!
1006words – Paint / shoot 1000 words, write 6.