Here yet again is an old post. I wish I had worded it a bit different because I tend to fold a thought within a thought. I hope you like it. Also keep in mind that you will find here the roots of a famed saying (excerpted poem, not mine).
A person makes a (x) number of premeditated years’ plan for success. He/she sets out by the plan (date/month/year), taking the first steps to carry out that dream. Deadlines are set. Goals are measured.
The calendar and clock march on with his/her companionship.
A person has been attending a job, a post for years on end never having taken a day off. Well or unwell.
Robert Burn’s poem; “To A Mouse”
He was plowing a field, and turned up the nest of a mouse. He wrote the poem, apologizing for turning up the habitat and chasing it out, disrupting the comfort, the plans, expectancy of the mouse.
Below is the 7th Stanza;
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
And lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain
For promised joy!
Often go astray, awry…
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