older still, youth is gone.i lay inbed and still dream on.,
nights are lost so are the days,awake but sleep,as time slips a ways.
here i find a voice or two, tho love seems lost in the words of few,
a burden it crys! here at home my mind plays games,
what did i do wrong? i can only love the way i know how
its to work my son its time to plow, harvest is soon
do your best and what you cant do ill do the reast.byclifford wayne duncan

Good one Cliff, nice to see you posting again.

Les

Were did I live it?
God only knows.
As I set and ponder,
Were did it go?
How might I find it?
Were can it be?
This part of my life,
That i was never to see.

Don’t tell me your lies,
I cant hear them any more.
Tho you say you love me and slam the door.
So many times you’ve let me down,
Not knowing why im left with this frown,.
I play the part, and you push me away.
The emottions of this hurt
tear at me day by day.
the tears that run down I can not hide,
these bond of love to be by your side.