Its not so bad from where I stand, I Forgive the God who dealt my hand. Only now 'cause times gone by that I Need to let those tired dogs lie. Love was appointed to be my friend Yet passion will bite at the bitter end. I can't complain of Winters wet His ghostly cobwebbed beauty yet Among the diamonds in the ground Dismissed by lookers and not found A gem was waiting, it had your name so Be of high hope for future gain. Extra chords can cloud the sound Tonight the song is "Homeward Bound" To reach the comfort of mercy's fire Engulfed by your Mother's cooling ire Retract that comment and shut your mouth Contain the signals you've splashed about to Hide your intentions and foster doubt. For A feeble actor in Ghoethe's play, life's Nothing more than shades of grey. With Clear reminders of Nature's intent Each year we travel one more spent.
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