Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,
"I'd really like to hear."
"George has a Master's in literature,"
The other said, with pride,
"And Mary's a grad in modern art,
Her career she has yet to decide."
"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,
While the other displayed defeat;
"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,
"But wit
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
I'm living in my little world.
I'm happy there, it's okay.
It's much more fun tha
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
