A hard time for a great guy! Made worse by people’s total lack of respect!
verb (used with object), be·fud·dled, be·fud·dling.
to confuse, as with glib statements or arguments: politicians
befuddling the public with campaign promises.
to make stupidly drunk.
1. perplex, bewilder, baffle, daze, muddle.
To be befuddled is to be
it’s very far from
when the politicians
have been huddled
you will find yourself befuddled
and somewhat muddled
and very much puzzled
were politicians ever cuddled?
A silly little verse is all I can come up with as I am somewhat befuddled myself at the moment,not enough hours in the day, for me to play with my word a day, but I’ll be back very soon so please stay in tune for when the words will festoon!
This has to be my favourite poem of all time, various lines pop into my head at different moments lately it has to be ” the unforgiving minute”.
My best memory connected to it? When I first introduced my daughters to it one of them (Grace) said:
” Wow! he’s talented mum, he writes poems and bakes cakes too! ”
|IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
I also love this poem because as any avid tennis fan knows two of the lines are inscribed on the wall above the players entrance to Centre Court at Wimbledon
“If you can meet with triumph and disaster / And treat those two imposters just the same”
That’s me enjoying strawberries and cream at Wimbledon in 2011 when I was lucky enough to have tickets to Centre Court.
Wimbledon championship dates 24th June- 7th July 2013
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