If you think getting old today is a bummer, imagine when really old was 45, and 50 was ancient. Rulers of kingdoms acted like spoiled teenagers because they were spoiled teenagers.
During the 14th century (1300s) — the worst of the Black Plague years — many of the warring monarchs were not yet out of their teens. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen year-old kings waging war. Hormonal tyrants, the anointed of God, doing whatever they wanted (unless they got so far out of hand that their own family did them in).
So, my friends, gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Time is still a-flying.
Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English poet and cleric, best known for his poem To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time, generally know by its first line Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
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I feel a bit like a rebloom. Buds no more but I have lots of buddies.
Leslie
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Well, go gather those buddies 🙂 Mine are dispersed all over the world. I wish I could gather them.
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It must be easier keeping in touch via the internet. We have friends in China and it is a delight to hear from them.
Leslie
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Email has been an incredible gift. I can finally be in touch with people … many of whom I had fallen out of touch with years ago. Even in the winter, when I can’t get up my own driveway!
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You’re preaching to the choir, here 🙂
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I’m not preaching. I’m singing along 🙂
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