Regrets?

[ieatcrayonz]

The pot is for losers thread went in a direction which made me think of things I'd blocked out for a long time. I ended up talking about people I miss and regrets I have, especially about my uncle Eugene.

 

Who do you miss and do you have regrets?

 

I'll start. Outside of Eugene, I remember this pen pal I had when I was a kid. It was cool at first but he lived in the city and started getting messed up as things went along. I remember writing him and telling him to stop doing some stuff, but the turnaround time on the letters was just too long. I should have called or got my parents to take me there. Every one of Teddy's letters kept getting worse. Again it was drugs. He was only 12 but he started sniffing glue because it was easy to find. He ended up falling off his buddy's roof on East 29th street. To this day, I wish I would have called him after that last letter he sent.

[Beerball]

Thanks for this post. It really got me thinking, really thinking. I wrote a poem to express the thoughts that I was thinking.

 

And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.

My friend, I'll say it clear,

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.

And more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

 

Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention.

I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.

I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway,

and more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,

When I bit off, more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate it up, and spit it out.

I faced it all, and I stood tall,

and did it my way.

 

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,

I've had my fill; my share of losing.

And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.

To think, I did all that, and may I say --- not in a shy way,

"Oh no, oh no not me,

I did it my way".

 

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught.

To say the things, he truly feels,

And not the words, of one who kneels.

The record shows, I took the blows ---

And did it my way!

 

I did it my way.

 

 

I hope you like it. Please don't redicule my efforts here. Thank you.

[kegtapr]

 

I hope you like it. Please don't redicule my efforts here. Thank you.

 

Mind if I ridicule them instead?

[Beerball]

Mind if I ridicule them instead?

I think I'm right. Redicule comes from rediculous.

 

Sorry, I should also add to the OP...

 

 

RIP to your Uncle Eugene

Edited September 4, 2010 by Beerball

[BLZFAN4LIFE]

Deeply sorry about Uncle Eugene. I dedicate this song

to his memory. Edited September 4, 2010 by BLZFAN4LIFE

[ieatcrayonz]

Deeply sorry about Uncle Eugene. I dedicate this song

to his memory.

Dude WTF?

 

Uncle Eugene was not a druggie. Is that some sort of joke about my dead uncle? Geez. Teddy was on glue but he was just a kid.

 

I have known people that were basically killed by drugs but not many. I remember hearing about a few. My sister knew these dudes Goldberg and Georgie in college. They hung out together 24/7 and got into some heavy stuff. It got to them and their gimmick got rotten. They ended up on the street and both died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan.

 

Drugs are ugly. I get it. But drugs did not kill Geno.

[ConradDobler]

I know how you feel. Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug.

[Beerball]

Dude WTF?

 

Teddy was on glue but he was just a kid.

 

Drugs are ugly. I get it. But drugs did not kill Geno.

Only the good die young. Damn, that gets me in the mood for more poetry, but I can't bear my sole too often around here because people are so callow. If you open up and tell something personel about yourself prety soon people are throwing f bombs at you and tossing you around even though they are punks and you're approaching advanced middle age.

 

It's a new testament to the OP that he's been able to overcome so much family tragedy.

[ieatcrayonz]

I know how you feel. Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug.

Was her grandma on life support or something? Did they send her to jail even though she was only 11?

 

Only the good die young. Damn, that gets me in the mood for more poetry, but I can't bear my sole too often around here because people are so callow.....

True enoungh and thanks for the kind words but it only reminds me of my cousin Calloway who died when he'd barely turned two. I talked about him in the other thread.

[Frit0 Bandit0]

I regret buying parachute pants in the 80's

[Beerball]

I regret buying parachute pants in the 80's

you probably got a chuckle out of the old dood getting tossed ass over tea kettle at the US Open didn't you?

[Nick in RaChaCha]

Thanks for this post. It really got me thinking, really thinking. I wrote a poem to express the thoughts that I was thinking.

 

And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.

My friend, I'll say it clear,

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.

And more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

 

Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention.

I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.

I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway,

and more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,

When I bit off, more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate it up, and spit it out.

I faced it all, and I stood tall,

and did it my way.

 

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,

I've had my fill; my share of losing.

And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.

To think, I did all that, and may I say --- not in a shy way,

"Oh no, oh no not me,

I did it my way".

 

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught.

To say the things, he truly feels,

And not the words, of one who kneels.

The record shows, I took the blows ---

And did it my way!

 

I did it my way.

 

 

I hope you like it. Please don't redicule my efforts here. Thank you.

Nice one bro!

[BuffaloBill]

The pot is for losers thread went in a direction which made me think of things I'd blocked out for a long time. I ended up talking about people I miss and regrets I have, especially about my uncle Eugene.

 

Who do you miss and do you have regrets?

 

I'll start. Outside of Eugene, I remember this pen pal I had when I was a kid. It was cool at first but he lived in the city and started getting messed up as things went along. I remember writing him and telling him to stop doing some stuff, but the turnaround time on the letters was just too long. I should have called or got my parents to take me there. Every one of Teddy's letters kept getting worse. Again it was drugs. He was only 12 but he started sniffing glue because it was easy to find. He ended up falling off his buddy's roof on East 29th street. To this day, I wish I would have called him after that last letter he sent.

 

 

Hopefully your Uncle Eugene is resting in peace.

 

As I advance in age I treasure even more time spent with with people who are important to me. For example, I am a Bills fan largely because my grandfather took me to a game when I was about 10 years old. It was an awe inspiring experience. In terms of regrets - if you live long enough you have to have a few. I've ;ost touch with friends who were very important to me growing up.

[Phil Hansen Forever]

Thanks for this post. It really got me thinking, really thinking. I wrote a poem to express the thoughts that I was thinking.

 

And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.

My friend, I'll say it clear,

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.

And more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

 

Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention.

I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.

I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway,

and more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,

When I bit off, more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate it up, and spit it out.

I faced it all, and I stood tall,

and did it my way.

 

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,

I've had my fill; my share of losing.

And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.

To think, I did all that, and may I say --- not in a shy way,

"Oh no, oh no not me,

I did it my way".

 

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught.

To say the things, he truly feels,

And not the words, of one who kneels.

The record shows, I took the blows ---

And did it my way!

 

I did it my way.

 

 

I hope you like it. Please don't redicule my efforts here. Thank you.

 

 

The immortal words of Ole Blue Eyes....you and him do well.