Archive for June 14th, 2009


Work Week Wrap

June 14, 2009

I’m out of here in an hour; maybe less. Today will be a scramble – a few hours sleep; a few hours spent working with Lynda at a job we do each weekend; a couple of hours break until after dinner when I attend a meeting I was asked to speak at. Yikes! Public speaking isn’t my strong suit but whenever I’m asked, I do. It has been quite a while since I did so I better hurry up and think what I’m going to cover this time out.

Monday Lynda is back to work following a frazzling week looking after Freedom. Free wants to do more as she feels better and it’s getting harder and harder to keep her still. Come Monday morning I’m back as doggy-duty-nurse. Monday night I chair my home group A.A. meeting.

Checking Facebook I see daughter Sarah is enjoying a long weekend visit from her Mom and she has downloaded lots of pictures. G’son Zeph is looking healthy and happy.

Sister Linda has returned from her holiday in Wales and Dublin. When I called she had been in the door just an hour and was already in bed. Can’t wait to see some of her pics.

It’s just 2 weeks until son Russ & family arrive from Calgary for a week long visit. Woo-Hoo!!


A Poetic Lyric

June 14, 2009

While I’ve never been a big fan of the older style country & western music, nor ‘new’ country, every once in a while I chance upon a song that grabs me. I have yet to hear this one performed but have heard it recited twice now; once again tonight so it was fresh on my mind. Both times it has elicited a ‘been there; done that’ response reminding me of past losses and times I don’t wish to revisit.

Hank Williams Sr, an alcoholic, died on New Years Day 1953 as the result of an accidental overdose of alcohol and morphine at the tender age of 29. He had already charted 11 #1 songs as well as a number of other top 10 hits.

Hank Williams – Men With Broken Hearts

You will meet many just like me upon life’s busy street,
with shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat.

Poor souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts,
for a living death is all that’s left for men with broken hearts.

You have no right to be the judge, to criticize and condemn.
Just think but for the grace of God it would be you instead of him.

One careless step, a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts
and to those who weep death comes cheap, these men with broken hearts.

Oh so humble you should be when they come passing by,
for its written that the greatest of men never get too big to cry.

Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts,
with hope all gone, they walk alone these men with broken hearts.

You’ve never walked in that man’s shoes or saw things through his eyes,
or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies.

Some were paupers, some were kings, some were masters of the arts,
but in their shame they’re all the same, these men with broken hearts.

Life sometimes can be so cruel that a heart will pray for death.
God why must these living dead know pain with every breath?

So help your brother along the road, no matter where he starts!
For the God that made you, made them too. These men with broken hearts!