The simple old man cherished self-determination, For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been; He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within, Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation; Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence calls for his mediation, Cried one, “If you don’t move, you’re no longer kin,” Retorted another, “Comply to my demands or I shall sin,” Two pedlars quarrel to his dismay and perturbation;
After standing there, ascertaining what was wrong, He spoke politely in a tone, with righteousness, rife; “My brothers, only where there is love there is life,” “Forgiveness is simply an attribute of the strong,” A sigh of relief! He had settled another strife; Was this prudent old man He, all along?
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a crazy quilt He sits and stares unaware of a
When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes