Jun 26, 2018

misty deserted shores

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends 
are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here,

 I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time

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For those still with roads you've yet to take. .

Where did all the time go The years went fast, but the days went slow The man in the mirror is older than me He's standing where I used ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"