Thursday, October 31, 2013

Three cheers for the old cliche

While the sun shines, let's make hay, 
And celebrate the old cliche.
Treat it well, and show respect,
 It's language that we should protect.
And don't forget a stitch in time;
I needed one to make this rhyme.

What you see, is what you get;
Are you growing tired yet?
Still waters run so very deep; 
Misfortune makes the angels weep.
What can we do? That's life, they say,
We'll have to strive another day.

One cliche that I like states:
All things will come to he who waits.
Time and tide await no man;
They rue the day, who never plan.
They say we reap just as we sow.
I learnt that very long ago.

Cliches can make a further point:
They soothe when times are out of joint.
They telegraph ideas and notions,
Steady conversation's motion.
No use complaining, so they say;
No one will listen, anyway.

No comments:

Post a Comment