Twenty-seven since,
Imprisoned by bars,
Now though can see the stars,
Free, able to drive cars…
No place to go far & away,
To get there anyway, no money,
Still to the sea I go when sunny,
Free still to a larger degree,
But for some reason it still adds to my dismay…
Though, to be honest, got companionship,
On me the old mutt doesn’t skip,
And to him every drive is a long trip,
Maybe I should think like him,
Before I do quite honestly my wig, flip…
© ed/\/\ 4/29/09
Cynthia
Regis
Love,
ET
Newfie Hugs, Rose
In Spirit,
Bear
fee
Hope Rufuz give you a 3 AM serenade to keep you happy.
Edvard(k) Ole Brother
All things being equal.
~W~
Blessings! Jasmin Horst