MacPhail – week 10

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Given that we are all probably feeling fat from the post pancake-day piling on of pounds and launching into Lenten sacrifice with steadfast stoicism, I had planned for that theme to be the subject of this week’s article.

However, I have not yet managed to decide what, if anything I should give up for Lent this year, so I will report next week.

Instead, I have included lyrics I recently wrote on a theme covered a few weeks ago relating to the gift that some people have for maintaining a youthful approach to life regardless of age.  To give context, here is the closing paragraph from that article of 31/01/19.

‘None of us knows how long we are going to have in this life, so when we are here we may as well approach it with positivity.  The futility of worrying that time is running out is borne out by the fact that whether we are 18, 40, 60, or 81, what is gone is gone, what is done is done and the important thing is that we have our whole lives ahead.  That life ahead may be one day or it may be many decades, but never will we know. Right up to that unknown time, we have the chance to try new things and to follow the winds of fulfilment and happiness.’

Forever Young – Angus MacPhail

Our time goes by like the winter winds

And the decades fly as the world spins

Where it goes we’ll never know and cannot save.

We all must live before we leave

Our hearts must give more than receive

As the years disappear like tears on the ocean wave.


Forever Young and still we run

Living dreams that seem to move with the rainbow’s gold.

Forever Young and still we run

And we’ll run for the sun and the years won’t leave us old.

How long our time we’ll never know

But up we’ll climb and on we’ll go

Keep pace and grace in the race of the road we tread.

At age eighteen or eighty-five

Whatever’s been, you are alive

Keep a hold of your goal, for your whole life lies ahead.

You may give in when you’re twenty-one

If you didn’t win, and you think you’re done

But forget regret and let the past go by.

And live and learn from the scarred and wise

Rise up to earn your chosen prize

And walk your way till the destined day you die.

Live by the creed of those we see,

The gifted breed who hold the key,

The rare who dare not care for the age they are.

And meet the day and hit the night

Work hard and play and chase the light

And dance to a tune by the moon and the morning star.