To be immortal
is to be cursed...

Come you all, come you all,
to the bright riped waters...

My fingers lay, lightly on the bow,
i can feel the vaz, from the hairs, to my thumb...

Cold frozen bars, soiled has brick.
stands between me and my friend...

I sit as the audience,
in the far back...

Life is limited
the days are numbered...

Selfish, mean, jerk,
What is next...

Everyone come and go.
some point everyone,must go to the unknown...

Bright colorful days
are bloomed in May...

New house,
new friends...

Rosey my pal
she fell into sleep...

Has this other person
so cheerful and kind...