“I Write The Stories”
I write the stories of days gone by!
Sitting in the shade, drinking cups of wine.
Watching the Birds, take towards the sky.
Like Angels take flight, as I wonder why!
The pain hurts, as time goes on.
Correcting decisions, that we made were wrong.
Friends may come and friends may go.
Time changes, like the winter’s snow.
Meeting new people, wherever you are!
Like the nighttime Heavens, filled with stars.
William J. Roney III
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