CAN'T
Can't stop the tears from falling.
Can't stop the memories from calling
me back to all those beautiful times,
expressed in so many of my rhymes.
Can't stop the tears from flowing.
Can't stop the memories from going
into those places I should set aside.
Yet, them, I am unable to hide,
as I recollect that beautiful ride.
B. J. "A" 2
June 5th 2011
B.J."A" 2 Is an old soul, is an uneducated, indigent, disabled, senior, finding wings once again to soar above the shortcomings of a past, and a long and checkered career that has taken him down many of life's long and winding roads. In an attempt to become a word smith the hope is that you - the reader - will find your own voice.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
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