We started the journey together Where it would end Was anyone’s guess
A thousand miles we have trodden Betwixt the ups and downs
We’ve seen hills turn to mountain And mighty rivers run dry We have encountered many sorrows And helped to wipe many tears along the way
Towns have grown into cities, right before our eyes And yet again many towns have become ghost towns Over run by twigs and shrubs Places where children use to play Have become the hangout of thieves and vagabonds
Young limbs become aged And pearly black hair has mushroom into silver fox gray Eyes as shape as an eagle in flight had I Now I stumble over an alligator at rest Unaware of the danger
A crowded house once full of noise And where children never ceased to roam Is now a silent castle And now I sit in the hallway Thinking that I am alone Oblivious and thinking that the good old days are just memories and it too has passed And so has my beloved.
Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes he left the gray area, surging with a wandering death on the half broken stairs – before a closed gate was put on the pages, he was trembling like toothed quaking aspen. The