Posted in love, original

Familiar Scene

Oh my, my, my
Here I go again falling
For sure I may cry, cry, cry
But still to you I am calling
The road is familiar
I know you don’t feel the same
The scene is similar
It’s the same game
Different person but same feeling
I guess I’ll never learn
Because even if I fall to the ceiling
I’ll fall in love all over again

Posted in growing old, life, original

Eight

Life was fun, life was great
Life was mostly play when I was eight
Running around under the sun
I got the scars to prove it but boy was it fun!
I flied kites and played hide and seek
Not once did I ever peek

I’m glad to have had such a childhood
I was never in a hurry to enter adulthood
I look back, sometimes wishing to be a child again
But contented for what has happened