He remembers love… Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading
Letters and promises… You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.— Dear Johnnie..I… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game… Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see a old man with no-place to go.They… Continue reading