Song Lyric Sunday – Looking back, it was a very good year…

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was songs that feature wind instruments which include Brass instruments (horns, trumpets, trombones, euphoniums, and tubas) and Woodwind instruments (recorders, flutes, oboes, clarinets, saxophones, and bassoons) suggested by Maggie From Cave Walls. 

Click on the link to see my post for last week:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is songs that feature the lyrics of either Past, Present, or Future. It’s all about Time.

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

Coincidentally enough, yesterday I reposted a song lyric/poem that I had written myself about this very subject, I must have had a premonition. Now, I don’t mean to obtrude, but here is the link:

It’s called “Before it’s time to say goodbye”. Now if anyone would like to write some music and post a recording of them singing it, then please let me know.

Time is one of those major concepts that spark off philosophical debates. It’s because Time for us is not in perpetuity but is finite. IF we had all the time in the world, would anything ever get done? Would inventions have been invented if time had not been limited? If people had not sought to make their mark upon this world that time will not easily Erase?

Well, on to the matter at hand. When I read the challenge I thought of this song that I felt met the criteria. This is a melancholic song written by Ervin Drake in 1961 and first recorded by Bob Shane and the Kingston Trio, but later recorded in 1965 by Frank Sinatra. It is Frankie boy’s version that is widely known and I have linked to it below:

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small
Town girls and soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue
Blooded girls of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage
Wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Drake Ervin M

There is something fragrant about reminiscing about the past. Perfume and fragrance trigger some powerful memories.

I hope you enjoyed this post.

I have also included the following word prompts:


A Poem/Song Lyric – Before It’s Time to Say Goodbye

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I have written this poem in response to the Word of the Day prompt HYMN and also the Ragtag Daily Prompt – Unaware. 

I started out writing a poem, but then I realised that it had a certain rhythm and so it could be a song lyric too. What do you think?

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Before It’s Time to Say Goodbye

Sometimes you don’t know

What you had until it’s time to go

It’s one of those things, I don’t know why

You finally discover what you had,

When it’s time to say goodbye


Life is sad

Life is Cruel,

It’s not good or bad,

Change is renewal.

Embrace the future with a smile

Live the moment, because in a while

Time will fly,

It will be time to say goodbye.


When faced with the end

Of a relationship or a friend,

Look back on all the good times you had

 Shed a tear or two, then smile wide,

Life’s too short to remain so sad.


Sing a hymn,

say a prayer

be grateful you’re not

totally unaware,

Embrace the future with a smile

Live the moment, because in a while

Time will fly,

It will be time to say goodbye.

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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/November/2018

The Blossoms

I set out to find a song lyric that contains the word Blossom, in accordance with Jim Adam’s Challenge, click on the link below:

But instead my brain started whirring and I started writing my own lyric which I share below:

When the trees bring forth their blossoms

That’s when I think of you

The memories I had forgotten

Of what we have both gone through.

Though our faces change with the years

and our time together we may disparage,

With the blossoms come the tears

And the pain of our love’s miscarriage.

Life brings sorrow and we must salute

I tell myself to be strong, stand tall,

The marching band of time plays flute

Then comes again the pain that I recall.

When the trees give up their blossoms

To the ground the petals descend

I remember what I’d forgotten

All good things come to an end.

copyright: Written by Kristian Fogarty 4th March 2021

I have also included the following word prompts:

Dancing in a Circle – A Poem and a Song

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Here’s a poem that I have just written about procrastinating…


I was dancing in a circle

my cheeks flushed with rosy hues

I wondered why my life had changed

I was puzzled and confused.

I was dancing in a circle

when my head began to spin

the world continued passing by

I was scared to enter in.

But life continues on without me,

As I dance here on my own.

Then one day I’ll wonder

why all that time had flown?


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16th May 2020

And here is a song I sang about Dancing:



The Word of the Day is Dancing:

FOWC with Fandango — Circle



Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Things that Last

I’m Reposting this poem that I wrote back in 2018. I hope you like it.


Inspired by the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Substance


Things That Last

It’s only natural, I suppose,

That time makes fools of us all

A redolent aroma, up the nose

What rises up must one day fall.

A man of substance falls from grace

The skies, once blue, will turn to grey

Crumpled lines cover his perfect face

As time marches on from day to day.

The rotting decay of things once fresh

The aches and pains of ageing bones

All things must pass, our form, our flesh

Carved epitaphs on bare gravestones.

There are things that last beyond our time

That we can pass to our next of kin

Like, knowledge, wisdom and love sublime

Our kindness marks us deep within.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/August/2018


Inspired by the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Substance


Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian

Clock, Clock Face, Wave, Present, Year, Century

I have written a few collaborative poems with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, where we each add to lines and pass it back and forth between us, they are great fun. Beckie has started a new one, click on the link to her post:

Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian


This is how Beckie began it:


I walked through the home my grandmother once owned,

in the middle of the attic remained a dusty,  antiquated trunk.


my addition:

it contained a painting of her, looking like a queen enthroned,

and other seeming treasures, though some eyes would see only junk. 


From Beckie:

The painting revealed that she was not fully grown,

because of the oversized top-hat, the essence of futuristic steampunk. 


My new bit:

And in the trunk, I saw a strange but old device rather like a phone,

with brass cogs and wheels and silver dials covered in oily gunk.


Beckie’s new bit:

I studied the device with a fine-toothed comb 

after, I carefully scrubbed all the components of that oily funk.


My addition:

Then the gadget started whirring, letting out a plaintive moan,

I pressed a button on it, frantically, then it pulled me far from home.


From Beckie:

A wormhole of flashing lights and scenes went by through this cyclone,

my finger pressed on the red button and was dumped at some ancient catacomb. 


My bit:

I saw some figures dressed in togas and realised I was under the hills of Rome, 

A centurion shouted at me, but I never had learned Latin, I pressed the button and Zoom. 


From Beckie:

Boom! Back in the attic alongside the trunk in my grandmother’s home.

An envelope sat atop the Steampunk top hat, lights fluttered against the chrome.


My new bit:

I pulled out the letter from the envelope and in my granny’s hand it read, 

“Darling, I know you’ll read this, by the way, I’m from the future” Granny Said. 


Beckie’s addition:

“I know this might come to you as a shock, but Darling Dearest, I’m not dead.”

“… you’ll require the hat and remote for your journey.” I reread.


And Mine:

I followed granny’s careful instructions, and Gosh, she’d written quite a few,

then donned the hat, pressed the button and whizzed back to the battle of Waterloo. 


From Beckie:

Plop! smack dab in the middle of the blood and gore, pressed the button, and bid adieu,

back through the cyclone, time speeding by, landed in Vietnam amongst the tall bamboo.


My Bit:

I gave a friendly wave to Jane Fonda teaching aerobics to a local retinue, 

Then pressed once more, the button and again back through time, I flew.


From Beckie:

I landed in Midtown, 1931, the Empire State Building, floors reaching 102.

Why did I know this? I’m afraid of heights… Pressed another button, and “Woo-Hoo!”


My bit:

And back I went, to the dawn of time, when everything was green and new,

I narrowly escaped from a Tyrannosaurus rex, when a meteor storm blew. 


Beckie’s new addition:

Phew! I pressed that button in a knick of time! through the cyclone again, I flew.

Landed amongst an 18th-century French cotillion, women dressed in cobalt blue.


My bit:

And soldiers marched along with pipes and drums, playing a tune I knew,

I sang along, with the throng, to the Marseillaise as the band came through. 


Beckie’s addition:

As I listened and sang along, a young lad came into the venue,

he handed me an envelope addressed to me, I was taken aback and a bit confused. 


My new bit:

Another letter from Granny saying “In order to find me, you need a more forward view,

stop searching for me in the distant past” the old dear sounded so amused!

Beckie’s addition:

The band finished marching by, and I wondered what to do,

‘am I able to program the gadget or hat?’ I was so enthused. 


and from me:

I twisted the dial on the hat and cranked the handle a time or two,

then rushed ahead a thousand years, feeling befuddled and rather bruised.


Beckie’s bit:

When I landed in unknown territory, I was lightheaded and so confused,

was I still here on earth, or now cruising throughout the Cosmo’s?


and from me:

This desolate planet did not seem like Earth at all, was it Venus, Mars or Uranus?

I thought “There’s life Jim, but not as we know it”, a quote that’s often misused. 


From Beckie

Where ever I may have landed, the planets and stars were all quite luminous.
Was I even in the same galaxy? I was truly bemused.


Any my bit:

I was screaming loudly inside my head, but still, I didn’t make a fuss

Then gliding across that desolate space, a hovercar towards me, slowly cruised.


Beckie’s addition:

As the hovercar weaved through space, I felt my demeanor adjust,

I was a bit apprehensive, as the hovercar began to land and the air around it defused.


My new bit:

I felt my heart race and knew something would happen, it must,

As the car doors opened upwards, a glowing white mist effused. 


From Beckie:

I was frozen, thinking some alien being would emerge from the cosmic dust,

all was silent, then I focussed… A little old woman laughing, she seemed rather amused.

My addition:


It was Granny, not dead at all, looking larger than life and robust, 

I gave her a big hug and she stared into my eyes,  “What took you so damn long?” she accused. 


From Beckie:

With tears in my eyes, I tried to explain, “Granny, I missed you so much!”

I handed her the hat and remote, and exclaimed, “They both made me so confused.”


My bit:

“Well, Never mind, my dear, you’re here and that’s all very nice, and such,

But did you bring me what I asked you for?” Said Granny, I started to feel rather used. 


Beckie’s addition:

I stood there in disbelief, then inquired, “Grandma, I left to find you in such a rush,

I don’t recall reading what you needed or wanted,”  For, this was not an excuse.


My bit:

Granny gave a stern frown “Look, you can spare me all that emotional slush!

I’m a Granny on a mission, I should have known you’d be no use!”


From Beckie:

I couldn’t believe this attitude I was receiving, it must have shown on my face, now flushed.

“Grandma! that’s about enough! I didn’t come here for this abrupt abuse!”


And my bit:

I have to admit I was feeling rather hurt, totally shaken, emotionally crushed.

Said Granny “Look, I’m sorry dear, but we’ve got a job to do, there’s absolutely no time to lose!”

From Beckie:

I had never seen my grandmother act this way, as she spewed and gushed,

Wise-ass, me, questioned rather quickly, “Do you want to find Grandpa?” I mused.


My addition:

Grandma shed a doleful tear “No, I’m afraid he’s gone where time cannot touch,

“I have to go and bring back the seeds of trees, they died long ago” she reproved.


From Beckie:

I felt terrible to bring up such a solemn time, that I totally misjudged,

“Seeds of trees?”, I soon rebutted, “Are you saying, I’m to go back to the present, and retrieve them for you?”

My new bit:

“No,” Granny said “I’ll come too, my mission was to create a biodome, after all, we totally fudged,

protecting the planet. I need to bring back trees  and some bees beginning nature anew.”


From Beckie:

Granny picked up the top hat and remote and began to point towards the hovercar with a nudge,

“We require a hover truck, to transfer the trees an bees and a larger crew.”


My new bit:

I was taken aback by my bossy Grandmother, I could see why my Mother bore a grudge

I couldn’t help commenting “No Granny dear, you forget that from little seeds big trees grew”


From Beckie:


“Fine! We’ll pick up the seeds, I’ll be dead before I see the trees!” Granny stomped away feeling begrudged.

We settled into the hovercar and granny set gadgets to go back in time, and Zoom! off we flew.


From me:

Back to a time when the world was one great forest and people lived in huts of muddy sludge. 

but while we were there we made a few friends and taught them about farming too. 


Beckie’s latest bit:

Granny was so impressed by everyone working together, she finally released her grudge,

“Oh, my goodness, I had almost forgotten how beautiful it was.” As granny pointed at the tall bamboo.


and from me:

we spent several pleasant weeks gathering cuttings and seeds until we had enough, 

a big guy named Ugg took a fancy to me, when we left, I bid him a fair fond adieu. 

Beckie’s new bit:

As we travelled through time, Granny and I, we reminisced over the handsome natives in the buff,

Granny was quite calm and relaxed, we had the seedlings, and she was no longer acting the shrew.


And my addition:

We gathered a gang of Grannie’s mates, built a biodome and filled it with our stuff

Then we went forward again by fifty years and marvelled at the glorious view.


From Beckie:

The biodome was incredible, clouds formed above resembling that of marshmallow fluff,

and a trickling brook flowing through oaks, maples, ferns, and a few spruce. 


My Bit:

Granny smiled and said, “My mission’s complete, thanks for helping, I know it’s been rough,

“Now the future’s safe, I suppose you’ll want to return to your own time and vamoose”


Beckie’s bit:

I thought about leaving, but I knew there was future work to be completed, and it would be tough…

“Granny, I think I’ll stay and help with growing space produce.”


My Bit:

“But I hope you don’t mind if I go back and find and bring back someone hairy and gruff, 

For I miss that man, Ugg, and his wonderful Hug, I’m not usually easy to seduce.”



back to you, Beckie 🙂

Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian

























50 Word Thursday – When Time Dies.


the words: “Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.” – Michael Crichton – Jurassic Park.


As Ellen poked the fire, a worried expression creased her once beautiful face. Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks. Keith noticed her frown and knew from experience exactly what was bothering her.

“Look on the bright side,” said Keith, trying to be helpful, “At least there aren’t any mirrors any more.” He smiled to take out any sting in his words.

It had been twelve long years since the bombs had been dropped, nearly wiping out all of creation. Society had regressed back to the stone age. Now they eked out an existence hunting the remaining animals and using their hides to protect them from the long, cold winters. Day after day of the same constant struggle for survival, it seemed like time itself, as with so many lives, had been totally extinguished.


[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, click below if you want to take part:

You have until Wednesday if you’d like to take part in this challenge, then all the entries will be published and a new challenge will be posted on Thursday.


I have also included the following word prompts:


Time to call it a day – A Poem

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Time will march on

Ignoring our cries

The past is gone

Only the future lies

Ahead of us

To travel through it

Is a fantastical dream

Yet it remains lit

A radiant beam

Of hope to cling to

But like a disease

Time affects you

It will not appease

But march ever on

Whatever we cry,

Today is now gone,

We’re born to die.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/March/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Radiant

Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – End of Time.

Word Prompt: Shattered

Here is a poem that I have written today, in response to both Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday challenge

If you’d like to read the poem that I wrote for last weeks challenge, click below:

A metamorphosis comes; a change it seems,

Seasons have ended and time has shattered,

Our days will end with silent screams

And what was feared turns out never mattered,

Resentment, Envy and immature dreams.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/January/2019