• A Word Is An Arrow

    Harsh word is an arrow which in the quiver should remain
    Not to be drawn aimed at someone in the bow of revenge
    For once unleashed and out of hand it cannot be regained
    Whether it be a friend or foe a target it will find... more »

  • At The End Of Life

    How is life's worth to be measured?

    Is it by ounces or bars of gold?... more »

  • Farewell Toe A Friend

    You were always with me whether it's thick or thin
    You always filled my shoes in comfort and in vain
    And Wherever I go, you are where I would be
    You're not only a friend, you are a part of me... more »

  • River Of Tears

    My every thought of you adds to the mountain high
    Pile of sad memories of love for you have I
    Each time I think of you, fall the drops of my tears
    That flow like a river to my ocean of pains... more »

  • The Taste Of Tears

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  • Time In My Life

    In the morning of my life, I did not measure time
    It was ample, there's enough, eternity seems mine

    Then noon time came, it still abounds, comes in a steady pace... more »