People stay just a little bit longerWe want to play, just a little bit longer
Suffice to say, we're all different. I'm fortunate to occasionally play in the morning 'scramble' amongst Senior golfers where I work. Kinda sorta reminiscent of slow-pitch softball, the games are played (Golf, softball).. fun is had, but, the real fun starts after you're done golfing... it's a get to know, get to rib/tease, compliment, smile, tell war stories, talk of hips, knees, wayward pro sport's teams, kids, grands, wives, much. It's truly pretty rewarding - and for those having hair left, it's let down.
Now the promoter don't mindAnd the union don't mindIf we take a little timeAnd we leave it all behind and singOne more song
I like Jackson's school of thought here. Sure, "get your money's worth", but, moreso, stop and smell the pot... NO, WAIT! THAT AIN'T IT! Stop and smell the roses of life.
Oh, won't you stayJust a little bit longerPlease, please, please, say you willSay you will
Of course, again, individuality - the ones at the golf course that usually head out the soonest - assuredly enjoy, but bootscoot soon after golf's finish.. this is completely ok, no one gets upset and their decision to depart is respected...
Oh, won't you stayJust a little bit longerOh, please, please, please stayJust a little bit more
We learn, the more we stick around, the more we learn about folks - and that 's a very good thing. Be it a Senior's golf gathering, the Bridge Club... Book Club.. Family gathering (that's where inlaws 'getta' stick around and soon find themselves too in love with the remainder of the family.
I bet promoters don't mindAnd the roadies don't mindIf we take a little timeAnd we leave this all behindSinging one more song
It's a small HUGE thing in life. Which do you find more comforting - telling a story and ya see smiles - or, telling a story and you see eyes elsewhere, on the phone maybe, or, looking at the watch... stay, devour conversation.
True that, early in life, we're handed three hacky sacks of duties, responsibilities, yada - and are asked to continually juggle them. As in, I ain't gots no damned time to stay just a little bit longer, pardon me if I squirm, look at my phone, all them eyes I can't see that are assuredly wondering where I am.
One tradeoff of "the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be" (or he).. is, recognition, want to, and actually following thru to not be in such a damn hurry in life. We don't have class where we can visit en route to the next class, hang out by the locker... there ain't no work water cooler for us to gather, bemoan sporting events, family goodies, yada... It's just a little bit longer because we wanna. It's rewarding, even, educational.
There are four of us old cronies, buddies from the High School days - where we play golf, then same, gather after. Ulitmately, someone has to be the first to leave. One buddy, and I love him for this, ALWAYS, computes in his brain when, what day we'll see each other next, then says "Seeya Wednesday, Vic"... or, if golf on a Friday, "Seeya Sunday" IThere's a open jam blues thingy at a place called Knuckleheads here in KC)...
The Knuckleheads gathering is too all about mostly older farts... those who long ago learned to not hurry and to not worry. Stay, just a little bit longer. This ain't to say young'ns can't learn that too.. in fact, I think longevity is aided, the earlier they learn about staying.
Ya ever go to a major sporting event, or, concert where hunnerds, thousands of cars try, hurry, worry, to funnel out from 20 lanes to 2, be first, gotta go, gotta get home, gotta be first... patooey. Ever stick around, stay, just a little bit longer, converse, love, laugh, 'unworry', then, once the traffic has cleared - drive home uncontested with ease? Uh huh, me too.
Life is seemingly yummier when things are done voluntarily. Sometimes too, stay just a little bit longer propagates another idea, plan, day, ballgame, lake trip, yada - thus, making life's stay just a little bit longer, yummier.
That's all. I gots no whoopie, fancy closing to all this.. but I will admit, as I thought about... as I stayed about (just a little bit longer) I actually think my blood pressure dropped.
With the economic likes of today, less bang for ones buck - it really is a good thing if folks like Jackson, in concert, if the promoter don't mind and the roadie don't mind... stay, relax.. more songs.. bang for buck.. smiles.. just a little bit longer in loving this thing called life.
Forward by John Cameron Swayze... keep on ticking... just a little bit longer
Love, Victurd
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