{"id":3479,"date":"2017-01-11T07:43:19","date_gmt":"2017-01-11T07:43:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=3479"},"modified":"2017-01-11T07:43:19","modified_gmt":"2017-01-11T07:43:19","slug":"i-have-seen-both-sides-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-have-seen-both-sides-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"I Have Seen Both Sides of Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_3480\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3480\" style=\"width: 908px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-have-seen-both-sides-of-life\/banagher\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-3480\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Banagher.jpg\" alt=\"As a child in Banagher - I never did make it in the soccer world!!!\" width=\"908\" height=\"391\" class=\"size-full wp-image-3480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Banagher.jpg 908w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Banagher-300x129.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Banagher-768x331.jpg 768w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Banagher-700x301.jpg 700w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Banagher-332x143.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 908px) 100vw, 908px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3480\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">As a child in Banagher &#8211; I never did make it in the soccer world!!!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<blockquote><p>Another of my reflective poems, as I look back on life, more serious than <u>&#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/once-upon-a-time-in-ballinasloe\/\">Once Upon a Time in Ballinasloe<\/a>&#8220;<\/u>: more along the lines of <u>&#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/portrait-of-the-poet-as-a-not-so-young-man\/\">Portrait of the Poet as a Not So Young Man<\/a>&#8220;<\/u>&#8230; these poems get easier to write as we get older!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I have seen both sides of life<br \/>\nI saw youth in now distant days<br \/>\nNow into mid life I settle<br \/>\nMy hair a thousand whites and greys.<\/p>\n<p>I saw in youth good health<br \/>\nOthers ailing I could not understand<br \/>\nUnsure were they feigning or was it real<br \/>\nStill, bemused, Id lend a hand.<\/p>\n<p>Now I am the one who gets up stiff<br \/>\nCrippled every so often with back pains<br \/>\nOld age, early arrived and long to stay<br \/>\nWhere only the memories of litheness remains.<\/p>\n<p>I write tonight melancholic verse<br \/>\nIn these verses of retrospection<br \/>\nThoughts that cross the mind like never before<br \/>\nLife&#8217;s meaning and such reflection.<\/p>\n<p>It begins now they say is true<br \/>\nFor you take life as fate does give<br \/>\nMake the most of it, appreciate it<br \/>\nSo you truly start to live.<\/p>\n<p>I have seen both sides of life<br \/>\nIs there a third left to come?<br \/>\nI lay down my pen and set to sleep<br \/>\nDust of my lap each crumb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Another of my reflective poems, as I look back on life, more serious than &#8220;Once Upon a Time in Ballinasloe&#8220;: more along the lines of &#8220;Portrait of the Poet as a Not So Young Man&#8220;&#8230; these poems get easier to write as we get older! I have seen both sides &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7],"tags":[10,3439,3437,3436,3438],"class_list":["post-3479","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-aging","tag-life-begins-at-forty","tag-life-reflection","tag-melancholy-verse","tag-memoir","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-U7","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4833,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/two-magpies-on-stephens-green\/","url_meta":{"origin":3479,"position":0},"title":"Two Magpies on Stephens Green","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd September 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"Two magpies seen on Stephens Green One seen before the other I thinking it sorrow meant I looked quickly for another And finding it, camera I tool A picture for to take A scene pretty it seemed to me And to take for beauties sake. 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