by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator
This week, as a close friend lies unresponsive in a hospital bed, I have been more than a bit contemplative over the meaning and swiftness of life. Then last night as I was making the long trip home from the hospital, I heard the most beautiful song on the radio, a musical wisp from my youth that captured and and rooted among the feelings I was experiencing at that very moment.
The most famous version of "Yesterday, When I was Young," and the one that tugged at my memory last night, was recorded by country legend Roy Clark in 1969. This beautiful ballad offers a timeless sentiment that eventually touches us all.
Relax, and let your mind listen - as time rushes by.
Yesterday, When I was Young
by Charles Aznavour, Georges Garvarentz, and Herbert Kretzme
Seems the love I've known has always been
The most destructive kind
Guess that's why now I feel so old
Before my time.
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...
Poetry Appreciator
This week, as a close friend lies unresponsive in a hospital bed, I have been more than a bit contemplative over the meaning and swiftness of life. Then last night as I was making the long trip home from the hospital, I heard the most beautiful song on the radio, a musical wisp from my youth that captured and and rooted among the feelings I was experiencing at that very moment.
The most famous version of "Yesterday, When I was Young," and the one that tugged at my memory last night, was recorded by country legend Roy Clark in 1969. This beautiful ballad offers a timeless sentiment that eventually touches us all.
Relax, and let your mind listen - as time rushes by.
Yesterday, When I was Young
by Charles Aznavour, Georges Garvarentz, and Herbert Kretzme
Seems the love I've known has always been
The most destructive kind
Guess that's why now I feel so old
Before my time.
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...
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