I made a fool of myself for love But better for that than for hate Better than sinking to rise above The roaring tide early than late
Now late I want to do it again From what I can remember Having forgotten about the pain Here in this mid-December If only to keep warm In safe harbor from the storm Until the spring returns when I Sail to return no more
There where old sailors go to die Love beckons from the shore
Wondeful write Steve, love and sailors seem to walk hand in hand don't they. I recall a song I think by the Irish Rovers called Fiddlers Green which was supposedly a special place for old fishermen when they died.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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God Bless and Merry Christmas,
Lew
Love,
CJ
Gods Speed~
Michael
Regis
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