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
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
Time flies and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only th
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I think your sweet, your smiles the best
your laugh bring flutters to my chest
yo
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
