I wake and acheThere’s no restful sleep for meI’m tired of the old treadmillI’m longing to be free
It was said he was decadent. But decorum is a better description. He is more delicate…
The truth as I grow olderThe eyesight fades and fadesSmoothing out the wrinklesAs…
I enjoy a ray of sunshineIt isn’t always thereSometimes I’m left in shadowsA challenge, hard…