After each moment in time I come to see the pages of history pass me by
What would have happened that dark sultry night had we gone home
Would I be the same lonely man
Or would I be jovial in touch with reality
I cannot fathom the ideas of suppose
We made our decision to stop for a drink
As we sipped our drinks I kissed your lovely eye lids
Then we left for home and my nightmare began
He snarled at me and drew his little twenty two
Why on earth did you lunge in front of me
Pop,pop the devil in disguise fired his pistol
As you dropped and spilled your blood over my new blue shirt
I go on living with remorse
But I am dying with sorrow, and a broken heart
Tony Mike Nerone
8-31-11
Blessings,
Christine
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(
Just Jim
God Bless You,
Deborah
This is deeply moving and tragic
and horrible, and you deliver it
with strength but never deny your true feelings
or try to cover up in any way.
Stay well, my friend.
John