A karaoke session of Robbie Burns' favourites - My love is like a red, red rose; Scots, wha hae; Ae fond kiss; Ye banks and braes; Green grow the rushes, O; Coming through the rye; finishing up with of course, Auld lang syne :-)
What could be more telling than the Preacher's picture of old age - the "days of trouble" - in Ecclesiastes 12:
Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you will say, “I find no pleasure in themâ€â€” 2 before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars grow dark, and the clouds return after the rain; 3 when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men stoop, when the grinders cease because they are few, and those looking through the windows grow dim; 4 when the doors to the street are closed and the sound of grinding fades; when people rise up at the sound of birds, but all their songs grow faint; 5 when people are afraid of heights and of dangers in the streets; when the almond tree blossoms and the grasshopper drags itself along and desire no longer is stirred. Then people go to their eternal home and mourners go about the streets.
I have been a member of Golden Carers for several years and still find it as amazingly beneficial as the day I became a member. There are so many ideas and the support is wonderful, my job is made much easier with the help of Golden Carers.
Poems by Robert Burns