MY CANVAS OF" BEING"
Another one to think about,but at least in this one all get to keep their testicles,which is nice isn't it?A few weeks ago Julie and I went to a Garage Sale-not sure what my English readers call it,probably "a Garage Sale".It was a very sad garage sale-not the normal one where people are having a clear out--this was a deceased estate sale-in a very old run down house,which I should think will be knocked down when all is settled.Everything was for sale-and I mean everything,you could have ripped the doors off if you wanted them.Obviously by what was lying around a little old lady had lived there and had just passed away.
Her books were there,a few pieces of old crockery--a spoon collection,old photos,and everything was going very cheap.She had a few old chickens in a cage,an old Galah (Australian parrot)and other birds-all for sale.I walked around that place with a lump in my throat--everything that woman had loved--was being ripped apart like she had never been-----thoughts turned to what she might be thinking could she see us picking through her bones of life,her Canvas Of "Being".
MY HOUSE ON THE HILL IS STILL STANDING,
SHUTTERS CREEK,AND SO DOES THE FLOOR.
ITS EMPTY OF ALL THAT I STOOD FOR
AND,ITS JUST NOT MY HOME ANYMORE.
THEY'VE PICKED THROUGH THE BONES OF MY LIFETIME
AS IT SAT THERE IN PILES ON THE FLOOR.
MY LIFETIMES COLLECTION,MY MEMORIES,
FOR A PRICE, HAVE BEEN TAKEN WHAT'S MORE.
THE THINGS THAT I MADE,WHICH ONCE WERE MY LIFE
LAY OPEN TO ALL FOR THE SEEING.
THE THINGS THAT I TREASURED,THE THINGS THAT WERE ME
THAT PAINTED MY CANVAS OF "BEING".
THE MUSIC I'VE CHERISHED AND BOOKS THAT I'VE READ,
THE PANS FROM MY KITCHEN AND SHEETS FROM MY BED.
ALL WERE FOR SALE,EVERY TOOL, STOOL AND KNIFE
AS THEY CHIP,CHIPPED AWAY ONCE AGAIN AT MY LIFE.
ALL THE PLANTS AND POTS FROM MY GARDEN
"TAKE FOR FREE IF YOU WISH"THE SIGN SAID,
"MAKE OFFERS FOR ALL THAT YOU SEE" SAID THE NEXT.
"AND YOU'LL FIND PLENTY MORE IN THE SHED".
THE OLD BIRD IN THE CAGE SAID "HELLO COCKY"
HE'D BEEN WITH ME SINCE NOT VERY OLD.
ANOTHER SIGN SAID,JUST OVER HIS HEAD,
"THIS BIRDS NOT FOR SALE,HE'S BEEN SOLD".
BUT MY HOUSE ON THE HILL IS STILL STANDING,
THOUGH ITS JUST NOT MY HOME ANYMORE.
NO LONGER MY CANVAS OF "BEING"
NOW MY SPIRIT HAS PASSED-----I'M NO MORE.
Her books were there,a few pieces of old crockery--a spoon collection,old photos,and everything was going very cheap.She had a few old chickens in a cage,an old Galah (Australian parrot)and other birds-all for sale.I walked around that place with a lump in my throat--everything that woman had loved--was being ripped apart like she had never been-----thoughts turned to what she might be thinking could she see us picking through her bones of life,her Canvas Of "Being".
MY HOUSE ON THE HILL IS STILL STANDING,
SHUTTERS CREEK,AND SO DOES THE FLOOR.
ITS EMPTY OF ALL THAT I STOOD FOR
AND,ITS JUST NOT MY HOME ANYMORE.
THEY'VE PICKED THROUGH THE BONES OF MY LIFETIME
AS IT SAT THERE IN PILES ON THE FLOOR.
MY LIFETIMES COLLECTION,MY MEMORIES,
FOR A PRICE, HAVE BEEN TAKEN WHAT'S MORE.
THE THINGS THAT I MADE,WHICH ONCE WERE MY LIFE
LAY OPEN TO ALL FOR THE SEEING.
THE THINGS THAT I TREASURED,THE THINGS THAT WERE ME
THAT PAINTED MY CANVAS OF "BEING".
THE MUSIC I'VE CHERISHED AND BOOKS THAT I'VE READ,
THE PANS FROM MY KITCHEN AND SHEETS FROM MY BED.
ALL WERE FOR SALE,EVERY TOOL, STOOL AND KNIFE
AS THEY CHIP,CHIPPED AWAY ONCE AGAIN AT MY LIFE.
ALL THE PLANTS AND POTS FROM MY GARDEN
"TAKE FOR FREE IF YOU WISH"THE SIGN SAID,
"MAKE OFFERS FOR ALL THAT YOU SEE" SAID THE NEXT.
"AND YOU'LL FIND PLENTY MORE IN THE SHED".
THE OLD BIRD IN THE CAGE SAID "HELLO COCKY"
HE'D BEEN WITH ME SINCE NOT VERY OLD.
ANOTHER SIGN SAID,JUST OVER HIS HEAD,
"THIS BIRDS NOT FOR SALE,HE'S BEEN SOLD".
BUT MY HOUSE ON THE HILL IS STILL STANDING,
THOUGH ITS JUST NOT MY HOME ANYMORE.
NO LONGER MY CANVAS OF "BEING"
NOW MY SPIRIT HAS PASSED-----I'M NO MORE.
posted by tonyfromwindsor | January 28, 2006
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