Not much about myself to tell. Just here. |
What is the grief that we have yet to know?
For there will come a day when our mothers will...
You may always take my hands to lead me to your
lands...
Of all the stars that God has shown
Throughout my many lives...
Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...
I never cared for summer days
Nor winter snow and sleet...
There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact |
Common sense is a blessing to have in a world of fools |
Luck doesn’t last, misfortune does |