If I ever have any enemies
Or if there ever might be any fuss
It will all be the fault of things like these
Stupid little things which come between us
And I mean all of us people as we
Fail to communicate day in and out
Hurting each other spontaneously
Losing the light to the shadow of doubt
So it is and was and will always be
I know it better than I hope I do
The best friend becomes the worst enemy
I never want this to happen to you
It makes me wonder about having friends
Or having them keeping them anyway
When love twists itself into hate and ends
But night forgives the trespasses of day
As when we die we remember it all
The love the hate the enemies the friends
And things which seemed so big once seem so small
When everything and everybody ends
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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