When I was a little girl, growing up in Ware Shoals, SC, I often heard my parents speak of “Fessor Camak”. He was a well-respected gentleman in the community and a fine poet. One of my dad’s favorite poems was ‘Fessor’s Laurels.
As seniors, we need to remember that we can still make a difference in the lives of others. Sometimes a kind word or a smile can lift another person when we don’t even realize it. Keep making a difference somewhere, somehow, every single day.
- Laurels by Marion Boyd Camak
Somebody told me that I was good,
And I believed what they said,
And thought I would
Rest on the laurels I had won.
So I took a nice seat up in the sun,
That fellows not so lucky as I
Might be inspired as they staggered by.
And there I sat, with pride in myself
Like a brand new trinket on a brand new shelf,
And slept on the job, like I thought I could, –
For hadn’t they told me I was good?
But I awoke one day, and with surprise
I found no worshiping human eyes
Beholding me in my lofty space.
They all seemed turned to another place
And centered on to another chap,
With a workman’s apron on his lap,
And grime and sweat upon his face,
At work out there in my old place.
I swaggered down with a lordly air
And strutted to where they were, out there.
They looked at me, and then they said
It’s old Bill Hicks; we thought you were dead.
I rescued this post from an old blog back in 2008. I think the lesson is important for everybody, but especially senior citizens. We must continue to live; we must continue to make a difference; we must live this life as long as we are able. We simply must. If you feel you have outlived your need to contribute to society, think again!
Laurels May 28, 2008 · Musings from Joan
Updated Spring 2019 – Life After 60