Song Lyric Sunday: One Hundred Years.

This is my entry to Helen Espinoza’s‚Äč Song lyric Sunday hosted by her sister Lorrie (dlrands)

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Today’s theme is time.

Well at the moment I feel that time is running away from me. I am getting older, my children all grown up, my grandchildren growing in number. I am scared at times there is more behind me than ahead. I am doing my best to live life to the full and do my best to not waste a moment. 

My mother in law is 97yrs luckily for her she is pretty fit mentally and physically and determined to live forever!  I have to admit time scares me. 

Now to my choice of song. It is by Five for Fighting and is called One Hundred Years.

Who introduced me to Five for Fighting, none less than Helen Espinosa herself. Thank you Helen ūüíúūüíó

One Hundred Years

I’m 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I’m 22 for a moment
And she feels better than ever
And we’re on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live

I’m 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”
A kid on the way, babe.
A family on my mind

I’m 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I’m heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I’m all right with you
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We’re moving on…

I’m 99 for a moment
And dying for just another moment
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there’s still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day’s a new day…

(oh oh ohs)

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live


Just Jot It January 2nd: Time.

Hi everyone it is Day two of Just Jot it January. Today LindaGHill has said :The Just Jot It January 2nd prompt, brought to you by JoAnna, from her blog ‚ÄúAnything is Possible,‚ÄĚ is: ‚ÄúTime.‚ÄĚ Use it any way you‚Äôre inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to JoAnna as well! Here‚Äôs her blog:¬†

Time  is  a strange  thing  it  really  is! It is  invisible, it is un-tangible and  yet it  rules our  lives!

Time  Haiku

Tick, tick tock,tick tock.

No time  to do what you  want.

Ruled by time and  clock


Fingers drum on table

Eyes searching round nerves jangle

Time has  the angle.


Tedium sets in

So silently advancing

Time can move slowly


Not a minutes rest

Tempus Fugit  so fast

Time has  the last jest


#JusJoJan Daily Prompt ‚Äď Jan.¬†2nd/17

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Thursday photo prompt ‚Äď Time #writephoto

This ¬†is ¬†offering ¬†for ¬†¬†Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto is a ¬†re-gig ¬†of ¬†a ¬†poem I ¬†wrote in ¬†2013.

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Clock face out of pace,

Time flies its a race.

Tick tock out of space

Turn and run fall from grace.

Time flies, crooks and spies .

Dead bodies fester maggots and blue flies.

Life comes life goes death travels on,

No one knows where he gone.

Tick tock ,plip plop dripping tap racing clock.

Watch your toes on the starting block.

Peddle peddle wheels go round

Changing gears drowns the sound

Of horses hoofs on the ground.

Big eyes tell lies,

Open mouths catch flies.

Time lives, life dies!

Wordless Wednesday: Ten minutes differnce.


Ronovan Writes, weekly Haiku Challenge: Time and Grow.

Ronovanwrites, weekly Haiku Challenge 
Time and Grow 

Time stood still for her 

Sexual tensions grow slow 

Explosions flash out.

Time is not real

Past, present, future dream time

We all slowly grow.

A flower will grow 

A vast  garden will flourish 

Time will colour all 

Wordless Wednesday: One minute to the next.



Love Is In Da Blog, SoCs, Acrostic Relative/Relativity

LindaGHill said :‚ÄúAs a special feature for February‚Äôs Stream of Consciousness Saturday, The Bee and I have decided to collaborate! As you may know, on her site ‚Äď Just Fooling Around with Bee ‚Äď a month-long blog-hop is going on in recognition of Love, called ‚ÄúLove Is In Da Blog.‚ÄĚ The week 3 prompt is Family Love. So as not to box in your Friday prompts too much, I‚Äôve decided to play around with it a bit, while still keeping in the spirit of collaboration. Here we go:

Just ¬†Fooling ¬†around ¬†with Bee said:¬†Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‚Äúrelative/relativity‚ÄĚ. It can pertain to a person, a thing, a theory, or a concept. Play with it and have fun!



Relative,  Relativity

Reaching out into space across  the Universe

Evenly our spirts  touch, is this blessing  or a curse.

Light has carried  us  as we have sped though pace and time

Always we have been moving  closer to each other 

Travellers  ever searching  for the  one true lover

Imposing laws upon ourselves not knowing  the 

Very  point of our  being is all mapped out 

Infinitesimal  are  we, for us  the cosmos give not a clout

Time and space and light, on we fly

Yearning  for  that one special moment  before  we die.


Relaxing in your  company  is where I

Ever want  to be. 

Learning  from you has made  me try

All things, you have given me strength and  made  me, me!

Teacher, friend, sister, brother , cousin,  mother, dad

In all things  you have grounded  me, like fruit from the 

Vine I have ripened under  your care

Elastic , invisible ties of love bind us all together.




This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 





‚ÄúThis post is part of SoCS:‚ÄĚ


Just Jot It January: Time the Enemy

Time flies past at supersonic speed

It takes no prisoners indeed

Through tree tops and sharp brambles

It skips fast and rambles

It slows,  for no one

Tarries, not too strong

Not stopping




Time was her enemy  time  was her hate

She  was determined to destroy it before it was too late.

Time was always rushing her, stealing  her days

She  sought  to defeat it in thousands of ways

Fighting it hating it  always  a chase

Sadly she never won, it always ended in disgrace.

Finally she could  assail time no more

So she took it and beat it  and smashed it to the floor!


Music Theme : Time

Lisa chose the music theme TIME for this week, which she posted in a TIMELY manner on her blog, giving us all plenty of TIME to prepare. Yet timely  or not I am late!

When  we are young we think  we will life  forever!  we think  we are  invincible.We have a lot  to learn.

Time is on my side The Rolling Stones

We  can  find ourselves  caught up  in a time warp!

time warp

Metronome Tick Tock

Sitting on the Piano top is the metronome

Guiding you unable to stop music in your home

Tick! Tock! Tick !Tock! you must never cease

Making music  as the notes bring you release

So in syncopating trance you are hypnotized

Tick! Tock ! your music is  highly prized.


Music is a guiding light and it leads you

Up  on to a new height, timing good and true

Bish bash! Bish bash hit those keys keeping music coming

you always have a crowd to please, high  low keep them humming

Great rhythm belting out hear that appreciative shout so

Bish bash! Hit those keys watch the metronome and follow.

Written  by willow21 Nov 2011


Time  after time  we make  the same mistakes, we do  the same things over

Time after Time.

time after time  Cyndi  Lauper

Then ¬†the special ¬†days, hatching , matchings ¬†and despatching’s! Special times

Party  times, family times happy times!!

Chawki Time of our Lives

Then suddenly you realize  you are  not immortal, you are not invincible !

Jim Croce    Time in a bottle

Time runs out……….

Race of life ,passing of time.

Death lives time dies

Clock face out of pace , time flies its a race.

Tick tock out of space  turn and run fall from grace.

Time flies, crooks and spies . Dead bodies fester maggots and blue flies.

Life comes life goes death travels on, no one knows where he goes.

Tick tock ,plip plop dripping tap racing clock. Watch your toes on the starting block.

Peddle peddle wheels go round changing gears drowns the sound

Of horses hoofs on the ground.

Big eyes tell lies, open mouths catch flies. Death lives time flies!

Written  by  willow21 Feb 2013


Oh if ¬†only ¬†you could ¬†turn back time…………..

Clocks ColdPlay

The Scientist ColdPlay

And  now  my  time has run out  because time is a thief!

Time theif

Time is now, there is neither past nor future.

We stand here in the moment. We can’t go back and rewrite what has gone before.

There is no way that we can influence what is to come. ‚ÄúWhat‚ÄĚ I hear you say. ‚ÄúWe can plan, we can organize.‚ÄĚ

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You are fooling yourselves you may be able to influence some things but not the important.

Take your chance now. ‚ÄúDo not put off to tomorrow that which can be done today.‚ÄĚ

A truer statement has not been made. Don’t let the future rob you of the now.

Do not let the past wrap you up in remorse, regret or even yearning.

It is gone and never will return, if you are lucky it may have taught you something.

The future is a thief, beware it does not steal your chance to do things. It robs by slight and stealth. Tomorrow I will meet you, tomorrow I will come, I won’t forget to ring you but yet tomorrow never comes.

I wish I had, if only, if only once again it’s gone and past and all that lasts is eternal pain.

The lessens are there for learning and once we really look the lines are clear the pages open so take a close, close look my dear.

Written  by  willow21

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If We Were Having Coffee ‚Äď Sept.14/2014

Scotland and Memories


Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow‚Äôs weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I‚Äôm happy to be here once again in the garden tending to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. I must say, it‚Äôs great to see you all here in this relaxing atmosphere surrounded by flowers and butterflies. Have a seat where you choose, at a table in the sun or shade, and I‚Äôll be happy to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer ‚Äď we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. We can relax while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

It‚Äôs been getting chillier here ‚Äď down close to freezing over night. Parts of Canada have already had snow this season ‚Äď very early as that doesn‚Äôt usually happen until October. We can consider moving our winter tea to one of the wonderful tea gardens ‚Äď like the one pictured above. It‚Äôs very beautiful, isn‚Äôt it? Makes me want to just sit right down and dig in with gossip and sweets. We don‚Äôt have such beautiful tea gardens in Canada ‚Äď it makes me envious and yet happy that I get to be your barista here in Willow‚Äôs garden.



I followed with interest the continuing story of Scotland voting to separate. We have had what I think is a similar situation here in Canada with our province Quebec. The issue here seems to ebb and flow depending on the economy and political landscape. Like the Scottish and the English, our French and English have had a very turbulent history, Quebecers have voted a number of times to determine separation and the vote has always been close. The situation seems to be relatively calm right now, but still it boils beneath the surface. I know very little of Scottish politics and am wondering if any of our British friends could give me a thumbnail of what is going on. From over here I have always thought of Scotland and its people to be a distinct culture within Britain – but still within the British ‚Äúenvelope‚ÄĚ so to speak. Here there is often an ‚Äúarm‚Äôs length‚ÄĚ relationship with Quebec that sometimes results in anger and even occasionally hatred. Does that happen between the Scottish and the English too? What is England‚Äôs official take on this? Do you personally think it is good or bad? Is there a possibility of healing the rift?

Would you like a refill? Perhaps a sweet or a scone? It’s all calorie free here in the garden you know.

Exterior of Peterbilt 379

Interior Custom Cab of Peterbilt 379

Interior of Peterbilt 80 inch sleeper berth

Here in Ottawa housing rental owners are not required to turn on heat to the units until October. So, it was cool in my room last night, around 6 Celsius (42 F). I love sleeping in a cool room, so I bundled up under the blankets and comforters and slept like a baby. It brought back memories of my trucking days. I always slept with the engine off if it was possible ‚Äď it would burn about $10 of fuel per hour when idling. Some drivers would burrow into Arctic sleeping bags with the engine off at temperatures well below freezing but I drew the line there. Still I loved the cool air and the warm nest and always slept soundly in the truck in the fall. The memories came flooding back last night. These days highway trucks have auxiliary generators that provide temperature control for pennies per hour when parked. They are expensive but pay for themselves over the life of the truck. I would miss sleeping during the cool fall nights. Do you sometimes recall memories that you know the new generation will never have? Do memories sometimes cause you to pause and feel the emotions of the past?


Would you like another cuppa? Willow and I are honored that you dropped by the garden today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you here in the garden again next week.


IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:¬† I would ¬†tell you how very welcome ¬†you are ¬†and how much I look forward to our weekly get together, and that I do hope ¬†they continue for a while ¬†to come. ¬†I am so ¬†sorry ¬†that I have to dash ¬†off now ¬†but ¬†please ¬†stay ¬†and relax ¬†and eat ¬†and drink whatever ¬†you wish , here ¬†in the virtual garden ¬†everything is ¬†guilt ¬†and calorie free. ¬† So ¬†for now ¬†be well and be happy. ¬†ūüėÄ

If we were having coffee I’d ask  you : would you like another  cuppa, or  a biscuit . I’d  tell you I have really  come to enjoy  these chats  and I’d  love  to hear  what you would  tell me , If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from

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