I Am A Poet
What If.
When night draws near... my mind will wander,
through memories of a distant past.
old... faded... almost forgotten.
dusty... hazy... worn with age...
my God, how time has flown.
in the stillness of my life I ponder
.... what if?
When night draws near... my mind will wander,
through memories of a distant past.
old... faded... almost forgotten.
dusty... hazy... worn with age...
my God, how time has flown.
in the stillness of my life I ponder
.... what if?