Save your golden days as time goes byBefore golden years expire
Alcohol is good at disinfecting things It can clean a surface or erase memories
Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.
Fathers and daughters have a special bond. She is always daddy's little girl.
We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow
I guess she was a life line Sewing our family fabric togetherFrom me to dad to herGave me a sense of continuity Especially when my daughter was bornAs she was slipping away
God is my supermanI tug on his cape:
As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?
Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space
Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring
Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness
You have been the pillowI lay my weary soul upon
Dot dash dotClouds in the skyMorris code
Just that sons and fathersAre like mirrors and daughters are soft
As the sun sinksIt casts that silver bridgeAcross the lake
We learn and grow Always building on what we know
Always enjoyed a smile with dimplesBut time adds wrinkles to the smile
Through the dark night chasing the morning lightThat headlight streaming white through the night
subway stations...passengers who token through life
You read my words and instantly we are both connected
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