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Wednesday, August 1, 2007
A Poem
I was wondering...
What if I hadn't met you?
What if I didn't get the chance to have you?
Would I be happy or would I be sad?
Would I be with someone else or not?
Would my life ever be the same?
Would I ever be the same?
So many questions will be left unanswered...
All these will be left unsure...
But now I am happy...
I am happy that I met you...
I am much more happy now that I have you,
than having to answer it all...
This was a short poem that I wrote ages ago for the love of my life, when I was ecstatic. Oh love... It makes you do things that you never thought you were capable of doing. Anyway, my big black notebook reminded me that I had a little poem tucked away in one of its pages. Reading it all over again has left me remembering the moments of bliss.
Grow Old With You
Adam Sandler
[Billy Idol (Speaking):] Good afternoon everyone.
We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving
up to thirty thousand feet, and then we got clear skies
all the way to Las Vegas, and right now we're bringin you some in-flight
entertainment. One of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a song
inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class
passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is.
[Robbie Hart (Singing):]
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let you hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
Oh I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
I miss you Peter Parker, l'amour de ma vie...
What if I hadn't met you?
What if I didn't get the chance to have you?
Would I be happy or would I be sad?
Would I be with someone else or not?
Would my life ever be the same?
Would I ever be the same?
So many questions will be left unanswered...
All these will be left unsure...
But now I am happy...
I am happy that I met you...
I am much more happy now that I have you,
than having to answer it all...
This was a short poem that I wrote ages ago for the love of my life, when I was ecstatic. Oh love... It makes you do things that you never thought you were capable of doing. Anyway, my big black notebook reminded me that I had a little poem tucked away in one of its pages. Reading it all over again has left me remembering the moments of bliss.
Grow Old With You
Adam Sandler
[Billy Idol (Speaking):] Good afternoon everyone.
We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving
up to thirty thousand feet, and then we got clear skies
all the way to Las Vegas, and right now we're bringin you some in-flight
entertainment. One of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a song
inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class
passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is.
[Robbie Hart (Singing):]
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let you hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
Oh I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
I miss you Peter Parker, l'amour de ma vie...
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