This song has been done and “re-done” a few times… I do believe I have listened to all the versions and this one just gives it a whole different feel… 😉 In second place would be the very haunting version by Nancy Sinatra done in 1966. 🖤
I was five and she was six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black and she wore white I would always win the fightBang bang, she shot me down Bang bang, and I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me downSeasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called her mine She would always laugh and say Remember when we used to play?Bang bang, and she shot me down Bang bang, and I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby…
Anti-ageing creams, pills and potions, anti-ageing masks, scrubs and lotions, put them on your skin, to smooth away the years, pat around your eyes, your neck up to your ears. And don’t forget your hands, they will give the game away, they show the years you’ve toiled, they must be hid away. Keep your body trim, and the skin must stay elastic, if you’ve worshipped too much sun, you can always add some plastic, but don’t look too ‘worked on’, because that’s not seen as right, your youth should be all natural, you must fight the ageing fight.
You could just go get older, with the lines this life has carved, the years you laughed and lived, the years you did not starve. Ageing is not something, that we women should avoid, it’s a gift of time and years, that not all of us enjoy. And Mother Nature…
Don’t ever give up. Don’t ever give in. Don’t ever stop trying. Don’t ever sell out. And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer and start where you left off. But never, ever, ever give up.
Just over one month ago, I launched a poetry sharing initiative here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish, called ‘Poetry Partners’. Since then, I’ve been grateful to get many poetry submissions, and more continue to come in. Thus far, at my rate of posting one new Poetry Partner’s poem every Friday, I have had the privilege of […]