You Fail Only If …
Rogue Row
It is true – you fail only if …! Well, I didn’t really realize that! Like everyone, I have moments (Hours! Days! Weeks!) when I feel – low, blue, ragged-edged, tread worn down to the wear-bars, whatever! Such was such once! However, there on the front page of the May 11, 2013 ‘Salon’ section of the Telegraph-Journal I read in black and white, literally (And figuratively!), “You fail only if you stop writing”. It hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks. I kept it pinned on my cork-board until now, to share. I kept writing! I’ll keep writing! Taberduker! Shades of – when the going gets tough, the tough get going – when you hit bottom the only way is back up – whatever. However, if’n you don’t/can’t get going and/or get back up … do you/I fail? Think about it! Like – getting the Christmas gift of a ‘Frederico Frederica’ bowling ball in “8 striking colors”, when I saved all year for a new tire for my wheelbarrow. Like too – Buddy The Snowman – you fail only if …
Buddy The Snowman
When I was a kid
We were told forthwith
That ‘Frosty’ – the snowman
Was nothing but a myth,
So, when we built Buddy
With all of the trim
We saw a simple snowman
As we frolicked round him,
We dressed him up fancy
Made him real as we could
He had arms and legs
And fingers made of wood,
He wore rubber boots
And had a parsnip for a nose
With his rumpled straw hat
He struck quite a pose,
We never really liked to
Leave him out in a storm
We wanted him with us
To be cozy, nice and warm,
Course, we all knew
We couldn’t do that
In no time at all
He’d be melted clear flat,
Then came the day
When we all were away
I was at a friend’s house
Where I’d often go to play,
I fell and tore my pants
So I headed home to change
Tho I couldn’t quite get it
Something seemed to be strange,
I stepped in the kitchen
And my eyes filled with awe
I could barely believe
The “magic” that I saw,
Buddy – the snowman
I’m not fibbing – by jove
Was sitting in a chair
Pulled up by the stove,
He had a couple cookies
And a big glass of milk
He was humming a tune
That sounded soft as silk,
I guess he never noticed
How I suddenly appeared
For when I spoke his name
He up – and disappeared,
I think that both of us
Were kinda caught off guard
But the next thing I knew
He was back there in the yard,
I ran out to see him
And my heart did a skip
The proof was in his snowface
Cookie crumbs … on a lip!
D.C. Butterfield
Meanwhile up at Coffee-Coffee I was talking to the boys in the corner clutch about – how you fail only if – and how I feel that if’n I made even one person laugh, or cry, in 2013 – and can do the same in 2014 – I didn’t/won’t fail! You could cut the karma! Not to be taken in a confutative context to karmadharaya – such as simply blackbird, gentleman, grandson, etc, where such a word is simply the grammatical combination of an adjective and a substantive – as in grand(adjective)-son(substantive). Taberduker! Anyways, on a more serious note we all agreed that in 2014 we shouldn’t worry too much about such events as climate-change because – Psalm 107:33 He turneth rivers into wilderness, and the watersprings into dry ground. But, Psalm 107:35 He turneth the wilderness into a standing water, and dry ground into watersprings. Agree, or not!
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Then, for me, 2013 started out very bad – my Molly died January 1. Then too, I know that that is nothing at all to the trials and tribulations of some! And, I am quite happy if’n I can please at least one person per column – maybe this just ain’t your week! If not – be patient – there’s still 52 more (53 Wednesdays in 2014)! You read it here first! Happy New Year!
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Have Pen – Will Write
