Crying Jag!
And yet she has been dead to me now for some many years.
Still, I miss her.
I weep.
I weep for her.
I weep for me.
I weep for both of us.
I weep for lost chances
I weep for our lost chances of pure Romances.
True Love, we had….
Squandered.
Cast away.
Worse than any movie.
I weep for my country.
I weep for a lot of shit.
(I do a lot of weeping of recent)
I weep for…
My Navy….
My decimated Navy
My Republic of Texas
My Country.
My life
My wife (the best one–God knows, I never deserved more than one….) Providence says, “Only one shot at the brass ring.” I had four. Missed them all..
I weep for everything.
Except my life.
Except my life.
Except my life.
My Life has done fair and fare by me–no, nada, none complaints.
I made my bed and it has been my comfortable to comfort lie in it. No regrets.
Good enuff for a sailor.
I got what I deserved. What I put in, I reaped from the Whirl-wind.
Just rewards.
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All my ex-wives (who must suffer through the rest of their miserable lives without me) I weep a bit for them….
That last was tongue – in -cheek, btw.
Seriously,
I have never figured who I am in this movie:
Rhett
Or
Scarlett?
Or a composite.
I am sick of trying to puzzle it all out.
“Truly I am!”
Now go away.
This post is just me thinking a loud.
Am I Scarlett?
Am I Rhett?
I think I have always been Scarlett…..
Strong and cunning, always mercenary.
Transcending gender.
“Harder and harder just to be nice.”
Joni Mitchell – “Shades Of Scarlet Conquering”