yes, cherries have pits,
and doughnuts have holes
life can be a bed of roses,
or of red-hot coals!
sometimes it’s real;

O’ how I wish I could retire
Before all my dreams expire
My traveling feet are on fire
To explore the world I admire
I’d go to Paris for a day

An old photograph
Once colorful
But not anymore
It’s all I have
To remind me

In a fetal position
I lay on the floor
In excruciating pain
I never felt before…
Pain, none can assuage,

Two minutes, that’s an eternity!
My hands quiver at the steering wh
While stopped at a red traffic lig
Raring to fly in my automobile…
Wanting to leave the present behin

Suddenly, pangs of loneliness crep
As he sat at a corner table all al
Months since any of his friends, h
Nor has he spoken to anyone on the
Unanswered, his calls have been

it rained; rather it poured!
sheets and buckets of water
fell in just a few hours;
our street became a river!
got a text from city hall

We all went to dinner; me, myself
We sat on one chair, we don’t know
I did most of the talking
Myself quietly listening
Poor old me, all me could do was s

It’s helplessness I feel
Whenever I look at her
Knowing quite well
We’d never be together
It is love unrequited

After thirteen years
I bid farewell
To a faithful friend;
My constant companion
When I was all alone!

Long hair, denim jacket, Frye boo
A Fu Manchu, behind dark green R
No cares, top of the world, indest
Aah! to be young again, no aches n
A mile in less than six, not break

Even the worst of days
Have enjoyable moments
And the morning sun
May hide behind clouds so grey
Remember that beautiful roses