Wednesday, January 02, 2008

ALMOST A SONG

all that I have been
and what I've become
is a gift you gave
that I'm giving back

and this life is such
that it means so much
only when I live it
as its meant to be

with you...


for words
are all I have...
no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
come the day when I'm too tired and too old
I'd like you to say of me, "she wrote".

MY OTHER SITES
My Life
My Short Stories
The Junkyard