It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
