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… ‘Time Was…’ …TBSU…

…I’m sure that tons of yeez Lads and Lassies out there in the virtual Candle-lit Garret universe will understand that just sum’times there’s absolutely no accounting for the whimsy that takes us… p’raps it’s part of the Quill-Scrapers Union membership requirements… to throw sum’thing a bit different into the mixer… my novels are kinda heavy-duty smacking good guys and bad guys around, with multiple blowings-up, and myriad methods of terminating peoples’ breathing (murders and such, Mabel)… the blog is generally reserved for the (supposedly) lighter-veined, humorous sprinklings… so today, I was riffling through some old files and came across a collection of some dust-covered sheets of  poetry I wrote ‘way back when… I offer this one here as NUTHIN more than a sop to my own personal whimsy… if yeez enjoy it, that’s just grand… if yeez don’t, that’s okay too, but please don’t complain about it on Facebook or anywhere else that my Granny might see it… this was penned 20 years ago…

TIME WAS

Time was,

a man could stand at the edge of his life,

look over,

even jump

if he really felt like it.

Time was,

love meant romance,

and romance was painful

but nothing else cluttered it up.

Time was,

obligations meant just breathing,

and turning up each day,

regardless.

Then,

experience got in the way,

the hard-edged sort

that leaves a taste in the mouth

sometimes.

And people

who really don’t know any better,

want to throw their hats in the ring

and tell other people how it’s supposed to work.

But then again,

when the Gods are truly kind,

along comes the second chance,

this time the real second chance,

and words are not enough

to tell it like it is.

Now,

from time was,

time is…

Thanks God….

SEUMAS GALLACHER

April 1994

LUV YEEZ… 

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… TIME WAS… in Memorium, of sorts… thanks, pal… #TBSU…

… a good friend of mine passed away recently, and those of us who were given the gift of knowing him grieved in our own private manner… he taught me many things, including the empowerment that people receive when given ‘the second chance’... I wrote this way back in 1994, some years after I first met him… it just seems appropriate, to me at least, to share this with you :

TIME WAS

Time was,

a man could stand at the edge of his life,

look over,

even jump

if he really felt like it;

Time was,

love meant romance

and romance was painful

but nothing else cluttered it up;

Time was,

obligations meant just breathing,

and turning up each day,

regardless.

Then,

experience got in the way,

the hard-edged sort

that leaves a taste in the mouth

sometimes.

And people

who really don’t know any better,

want to throw their hats in the ring

and tell other people how it really works.

But then again,

when the Gods are truly kind,

along comes the second chance,

this time the real second chance,

and words are not enough

to tell it like it is.

Now,

from time was, time is.

Thanks, God.

Seumas Gallacher  1994 (in Hong Kong)

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