#sunscreen - Hello Poetry

Don't marry the first one, that you take to bed don't let victories and ego, over inflate your head Stick to your books, and keep your mind free, and clear try not to worry so much, and contain, each and every fear Never take the top bunk, or a chair with back, to door eat well in the morning, and never eat food, off of the floor Don't overindulge in anything, or even, anyone wear your sunscreen, but don't, stay out of the sun Live life to the fullest, keep your heart young, and pure If you do this my friend, of many things you can be sure Like living to an old age, and keeping up your health seeing your gran-kids, maybe acquiring a little wealth But most importantly, I would be remiss keep secrets to yourself, please, remember this

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Mar 28, 2017

Mar 28, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Some Advice, didn't say it was good Advice

Don't marry the first one, that you take to bed don't let victories and ego, over inflate your head Stick to your books, and keep your mind free, and clear try not to worry so much, and contain, each and every fear Never take the top bunk, or a chair with back, to door eat well in the morning, and never eat food, off of the floor Don't overindulge in anything, or even, anyone wear your sunscreen, but don't, stay out of the sun Live life to the fullest, keep your heart young, and pure If you do this my friend, of many things you can be sure Like living to an old age, and keeping up your health seeing your gran-kids, maybe acquiring a little wealth But most importantly, I would be remiss keep secrets to yourself, please, remember this

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Daylight shines like the lustre on a gold bar Temperature slowly increasing with time Dawn occurs early now, the birds, they sing soon "I get less time to be admired", cries the moon. O Apollo, you rise and shine brilliantly ever so now, From orange to yellow and slowly to white-ish Spreading light all over the world to see I admire the way you burn so brightly. This time of the year, it is still not my favourite though, The heat is unbearable and so is profuse sweating. Now all that's left is to avoid getting tanned badly, So it's either put sunscreen on or the Sun screen on me. O dear lord of the Sun, please be merciful this time, Show that you can still be a charm. Bring your party of clouds always with you, I have always loved Winters, I might love Summer too.

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC

aaditya

Ode to Summer

Daylight shines like the lustre on a gold bar Temperature slowly increasing with time Dawn occurs early now, the birds, they sing soon "I get less time to be admired", cries the moon. O Apollo, you rise and shine brilliantly ever so now, From orange to yellow and slowly to white-ish Spreading light all over the world to see I admire the way you burn so brightly. This time of the year, it is still not my favourite though, The heat is unbearable and so is profuse sweating. Now all that's left is to avoid getting tanned badly, So it's either put sunscreen on or the Sun screen on me. O dear lord of the Sun, please be merciful this time, Show that you can still be a charm. Bring your party of clouds always with you, I have always loved Winters, I might love Summer too.

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Today, I am singed with regret. I have forgotten how to find my way in life, my reasons for writing poetry, as well as sunscreen.

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Jul 12, 2021

Jul 12, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC

leocardo_reis

Burned

Today, I am singed with regret. I have forgotten how to find my way in life, my reasons for writing poetry, as well as sunscreen.

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Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates. I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt. Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Jul 3, 2023

Jul 3, 2023 at 4:07 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Trust me, on the sunscreen..... (From Chicago Trib)

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates. I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt. Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.

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