I can’t quite figure out how I got over the hill without getting to the top.....when I was a boy, we either roamed the riverbank or the green hills....in the summertime, it’d always be a long, hot climb to get to the top where you c’d stand for a couple minutes looking out at all the other hilltops in the blue distance ‘n then back down the hill which usually didn’t take very long since it mainly consisted of jumping, leaping, rolling, ‘n falling....
grabbing at bushes ‘n shrubs ‘n such to slow down your descent so’s you didn’t break your neck ‘n all too soon you’d find yourself at the bottom with the evening shade growing ‘n another day over....didn’t know at the time that it was an obvious metaphor for life...spend all that time toiling to get to the top for a couple minutes of looking at the view ‘n a quick trip to the bottom ‘n the end of the day.....Heck! I didn’t even know what a metaphor was back then ‘n wouldn’t have cared if you’da told me....still, you generally don’t know how much fun you’ve had during the day ‘til you find yourself in the evening shade...In retrospect, ev’rybodys youth is golden ‘n old age is like wearing a pair of comfortable old shoes ‘n old shoes are fine ‘slong as you don’t do any serious walking.....
I’m just sayin’.......
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