Happily Married 58 years old
HES JUST TIRED She waits by the window praying he will come home.Through teardrops and laughter he swore she’d never be alone.But for the first time,she realizes that
By Marty West4 years ago in Poets
Death’s Dark Shadows I’ll be your friend if you’ll take my hands, We will sail new seas,walk over new lands. One drink from me and again you’ll be cool,
I remember how you told me our affair had to end We couldn't be lovers we could only be friends I was so afraid I was not able to sleep at night
Don't see the soldiers as they move around Through the jungle without a sound Crawling along on the wet cold ground These american boys are victory bound