Come back to me, my sweetheart Don’t leave me all alone. Come back to me, my darling I can’t believe you’ ve gone. I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again. I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone. Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty And my voice forever young. Let me tempt you with my spirit My laughter and my songs. I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong. I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong. I thought maybe I’d follow, To see where you have gone But there’s a hand upon this tiller That is not mine alone. I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song. I’m crying ‘cos I’ve been lonely for too long. The hand upon my tiller The mystery of the dark The unknown one who lives in me And sings like a skylark. I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
Day: March 26, 2020
Housework
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EXTRACT
Straightening Up
Many people with ADHD like to keep their stuff in full view because they find that seeing a thing helps them remember to repair it, return it, remove it, or replace it. Unfortunately, clutter is unattractive and distracting. I wish there were a painless way to get rid of clutter. Alas, it takes a bit of work. But it will go more smoothly if you do things systematically.
To keep stuff out of sight but not out of mind, use labeled, see-through containers, bins, and baskets. Once you fill a container, that’s your cue to go through it and toss what’s not needed.
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Words or sin
The paradox of praise is that we’re judged
Yet how can judgement place us on a dot
The eye is wet, the dropped tear is a smudge
A line in-finite, dense with its own spots
Whether beauty of the body-mind
Or depth of thought, now hanged by awe
Where many alien eyes look out unkind
And noone knows what we each saw
How can we be ranked on things long passed
Yet not forget the lessons we took in?
We sat matric in school while Jews were gassed
With children backward, queers and gypsy kin
We learned to read the maps we now live in,
Forget the world is more than words and sin
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Love buried and unseen
The kindness of our neighbours helps us cope
With life, with death,with many shades between
When we despair and can’t imagine hope
When the sailor takes us in his boat
When he rows us on a night-blank sea
The kindness of our neighbours helps us cope
The world seems made to hurt, and then frustrate
The mind confuses dreams , reality
When we despair and dare not even hope
Love is built as we contain our hate
Sailing well we find a new country
The kindness of our friends helps us to cope
Persistence in the virtues gives us scope
Start again, the angel said to me
When I despaired and lost my bits of hope
In our mind love’s buried and unseen
Yet we can raise the dead with energy
The kindness of our frriends helps us cope
When we are lost and can’t discover hope
