It appears, at least to me
That child-bearers who have passed from this world...
I
Know...
She danced,
a fiery flame...
I gave you the best
Of the worst lies...
I'm the worst friend
You said it yourself...
I need to talk about the Man within
Know who I mean ,his name is Jim...
I sat there where last time we met
A year has passed but I can't forget...
The candle in the window,
Reminds me of my promise...
There are heroes who walk among us; never looking...
they don't seek recognition, for their thoughtful...
all I have left
in place...
Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...
Twists and turns, are a parcel of life...