On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
