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
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
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
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
