人到晚年，
可以做的事不多了。
想做也沒什麼人會理會或留意了。
若心還熱的，
也只能冷眼旁觀人世事。
若有誰會和我聊聊天，
我一定會告訴他有關我洞識的天機。
——————
年青時聽年青人創作有關老人的歌曲歌詞，
沒什麼感覺。
到老時再聽那些歌，
覺得他們寫有關老人的歌曲歌詞，
寫得很好呢~
THE POET
Here I sit watching the day out No-one beside me who may doubt All of the words that I could chose to say So listen, believe, or be gone from this day I need a friend to walk with me And sit in the shade of an old tree To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts To say nothing much, never tell what I ought Watching the people pass by now They just don't know why or know how They don't seem to care about all that I've seen They just walk on by never knowing I've been Sitting up here where I'm wind blown Only to ask and to be shown Things that would make you believe what I say I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day AFTER THE DAY The eyes of night march slowly by The last grain falls The kneeling man just sighs Protected by the one great wall Of coloured parts He probes his clouded mind If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day With trembling hands he wipes his eyes He tries to stand But does not feel the need The morning sun shines on The multicoloured cross Left standing through it all If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day
可以做的事不多了。
想做也沒什麼人會理會或留意了。
若心還熱的，
也只能冷眼旁觀人世事。
若有誰會和我聊聊天，
我一定會告訴他有關我洞識的天機。
——————
年青時聽年青人創作有關老人的歌曲歌詞，
沒什麼感覺。
到老時再聽那些歌，
覺得他們寫有關老人的歌曲歌詞，
寫得很好呢~
THE POET
Here I sit watching the day out No-one beside me who may doubt All of the words that I could chose to say So listen, believe, or be gone from this day I need a friend to walk with me And sit in the shade of an old tree To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts To say nothing much, never tell what I ought Watching the people pass by now They just don't know why or know how They don't seem to care about all that I've seen They just walk on by never knowing I've been Sitting up here where I'm wind blown Only to ask and to be shown Things that would make you believe what I say I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day AFTER THE DAY The eyes of night march slowly by The last grain falls The kneeling man just sighs Protected by the one great wall Of coloured parts He probes his clouded mind If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day With trembling hands he wipes his eyes He tries to stand But does not feel the need The morning sun shines on The multicoloured cross Left standing through it all If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day
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