Thought
for Today
“Folks,
you ain’t heard nothing yet.”
Al Jolson,
The Jazz Singer,
October 1927
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Saturday, May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020
THE RUB
“Ay, there’s the rub …”
Sometimes it takes time
to figure out why the other
rubs us the wrong way.
They do at times and it’s not a dream.
They rub salt in our wounds.
They rub us the wrong thing.
They do the wrong thing - at
various times and in various ways.
They do and it’s a nightmare.
The bottom line is: they are difficult.
And like Hamlet, we don’t want
to be thinking “To be or not to be”,
but solution, solution, solution.
We have a problem here and sleep is not enough.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
Friday, May 1, 2020
May 1. 2020
JUST A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS
“What do you do for a living.”
“I work.”
“I mean, what job do you have?”
“Oh, this and that and a couple of other things.”
“Oh …”
“Well, where do you live?”
“Not too far from here.”
“Well, where do you come from?”
“Well, also, not
that far from here.”
“Do you have a family?”
“Yep!”
“Well, how old are you?”
“Getting up there.”
‘”By any chance are you in the
Witness protection program?”
“Why are you asking that question?”
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
Thursday, April 30, 2020
April 30, 2020
Does everyone have one:
A CRI DE COEUR
Does everyone have one:
at least one cri de coeur?
I tried to tell you what I was feeling
but you would not listen.
Maybe you were also crying.
Daddy wouldn’t ….
Mommy was always
somewhere else
as she sat there while he yelled.
I wanted peace in the family,
but nobody else said anything.
I could have been a poster child
for “The Scream!”
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
April 30, 2020
Thought for Today
“Next time you feel a bit under the weather, give the pills and potions a miss and try reading – or writing – some poetry. That is the advice of doctors who are taking part in a Bristol University study which shows that sometimes a few lines of Wordsworth, Keats or Browning can overcome a patient’s need for minor tranquillisers."
Paul Stokes,
The Daily Telegraph,
February 15, 1994
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