The best words ever given a melody

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. You got the fear to eat but you always keep up that hunger. May you never take one single breath for granted, God forbid Love ever leave you empty handed. I hope you still feel small standing by the ocean. Whenever one door closes i hope another one opens. Promise me You’ll give faith a fighting chance, and when you get the chance to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance. I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance, and never settle for the path of least resistance. Living might mean taking chances but they are worth the taking, Loving might be your mistake but it is worth the making. Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance. And when you get the chance to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance, I hope you dance. I hope you still feel small standing by the ocean.. Promise me you will give faith a fighting chance…. Courtesy of Gladys Knight


Her back is failing her. She won’t say it but she’s getting closer to the ground more and more each day. Ironically, she still goes for swimming. Her eyes are slowly dimming, she says glasses and eye contacts are for those who haven’t seen the world yet. Trust her, at a hundred and twenty, what has’nt she seen. Her skin is betraying her “youth”, she laughs it off by saying she’ll always be younger than Methuselah. Her legs are giving way to gravity, get this, she asked if she looks fat because she feels heavier. Her hair, well, she has no hair left. Last month she told me bald is the new bold. Her heart has been skipping beats, for her it feels like falling in love all over again. Her memory is also on and off at times, today she knows who you are, tommorow she doesn’t. Her hands have birthed a new hobby; she knitts. Ohhh so docile a hobby for the rally driver she used to be. Her spirit is blooming these days, talk about late bloomers. She’s sensitive about everything. She is happier than i have ever seen her. Just yesterday i saw her play with her great great great grandson. The boy is only two years old. His great great great granny would tease him and each time he would end up crying while she’d burst out laughing. I told her to stop her torturing the poor baby, she said its about time the boy got an honest education. The world is a hysterical tease. Age to her is a constant , she says she was born the other day, just yesterday. We are gifted with time, lets make the most of it never forgetting to be irrational about how old we really are, atleast for the spice it’ll add to bland life.