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Beautiful words, Phill.

I'd find some other word for "blackboard" but other than that, I love it and its sentiment. You make very clear what you mean.

Bill

PS: I'm just an old "batshit crazy" former English Literature high school teacher, so feel free to tell me to go to hell. okay?

I don't  think there's a problem with  the  word  blackboard ,but you  could  perhaps  change it  to  slate  if you wanted ,but  personally  I  would leave  it  as  is .

thanks grah, slate does fit better so i've changed it. now i'm not happy with the last line....

thanks bill as grah said above; change blackboard to slate.

to me this was so depressing with all the death references, so i had to work at it to get reborn in there. fact is; i don't like the last line on both of the last two verses...any suggestions?

Damn! You guys are deep.

"The old must die to give more space", needs some work, Grah1. I don't know what it should say, but it must be what Lennon/McCartney faced countless numbers of times, don't you think?

The "old" these days don't have to die, do they?

And "space' for the new is what?

And here are some suggested words for our friend Phill's "depressing" dilemma: Start over with:

"GOOD NIGHT, GOOD DAY!  HELLO NEW LIFE, WHAT DO YA SAY?"

Just an idea and only meant as a friend.

Your friend always,

Bill

I think its  good  to  bounce  ideas about  Bill  sometimes it  produces something  really  great

hi bill, no need to pussyfoot around me my friend i've got a hide like an elephant's rear section.;)

the part...the old must die to make way for the reborn... is meant as nature intends, a tree falls and life springs from the dying bark, your garden veg grow with the help of fertilizer which comes from cows droppings and cut grass mixed  with who knows what, but they grow and we eat them, then we make more ....you get the idea?

Phill,

I like it a lot.  I was just pondering similar thoughts last weekend.  I was thinking of retiring after 37 years of teaching and coaching. And then I thought, holy crap all my friends that retired just a few years ago, it's like they never existed in the school. The same is true of another friend that retired from his job in an industrial tech setting, he went back to visit and he told me he felt like an alien from outer space.   Seems that everybody( especially today's youngsters)  hurries on by with their lives, and the new is ushered in without consideration.  I certainly realize that we all have created unknown shade trees which others have had the pleasure of sitting under through out lives, and we should take pride and solace in that,  but it does seem that today's world is so rapid and  self-serving, that the older generations are being swept under the rug , albeit unintentional, way too quickly. 
Anyway, Phill - this is a very well written poem expressing many thought provoking and somewhat  anguishing sentiments.

Well done my friend across the pond!

Jim

TF thanks for reading it and replying.