My library recently got in the third season of The Muppet Show, which I promptly checked out. The Muppets inspired brand of silliness makes me laugh.
Roy Clark was the guest star for one of the episodes. He sang the song “Yesterday When I Was Young,” which I have always liked. Part of it goes like this:
Yesterday, when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
…
There are so many songs in me, that won’t be sung,
I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,
The time has come for me to pay,
For yesterday, when I was young
I was singing along with him and when we got to the end, I was crying – not because the song was so beautiful, but because of the words. “No way!” I shouted at the screen. “No way am I going to get to the end of my life and not have lived.”
Then and there I reiterated my vow to make my living with my words. I’m not quite sure what that is going to look like yet, but I know I have to follow my dream – or else I will end up like the young man in the song, regretting the years that are gone.
And I am not going to let that happen.
