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.
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
