in 1966
i met my first wife
taht was history
drugs & booze
nothing to lose
nothing to choose
except
life
and the woman who was my wife
in 1972
my first wife & i
bought a white house
with yellow trim
my first daughter had been born then
asbetos shingles
white
with yellow trim
a house
a home
i remember painting
the inside
the out
i never knew
what it was about
in 1974
another daughter was born
in 1977
my wife's mom died
in 1979
my oldest son was born
that year i fell in love with ella
in 1980
no 1981
my first lovbe divorced me
in 1982
i married a love
and we loved
until
2000
in 2001 we divorced
and i hve never loved again
from the bein to the end
in 2001
2002
2003
2004
across the street
across the door
is a white asbestoes
with yellow trim
all those years
since 1966
all those loves
all those lies
all those goodbyes
each with their own try
yesterdays'
and tomorrrow's
each house a home
an unknown
from 1966
nearly 40 years from tomorrow
across the street
i a white house
asbetoes
with yellow trim
across the street
from my to day
is yesterday
and then tomorrow
that passed away
in 1966
I agree with Ron - yes, the years pass by very quickly. I guess it is no use to ask you to throw away the bottles...unless you've made up your mind to discard them.
Alcohol is the number 1 killer of love, family, and self. You better beleve it.
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I agree with Ron - yes, the years pass by very quickly. I guess it is no use to ask you to throw away the bottles...unless you've made up your mind to discard them.
Alcohol is the number 1 killer of love, family, and self. You better beleve it.
Sandie May Angel :o)
Ron