These black and white pictures that I view through teary eyes Are scattered across my living room floor Boring a drab perhaps to you, but to me they look like more
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
Be still my soul and wait For a peace that is not to come I am not kidding in the least My soul would never stand to wait
16,558 days since September 18th, 1975 16 breaths per minute 960 breaths an hour 23,040 breaths a day 381,496,320 breathes in 45 years
I'm missing home on this cold winter day And I'd like to return more than words can say But alas I cannot now and not ever
Earthworms will never be considered gourmet And I wouldn’t expect to find them on my lunch tray But overall, they don’t taste quite so bad
I love him I seriously do The seed of my legacy and owner of my name A momunment to my life on earth Whether that be in honor or in shame
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Families
