Saturday, May 01, 2010

How Or Why

I know you’re younger than me
And none of my business,
But I wish I had a pretty woman like you to kiss
Once again before I forget how or why.
But I’m really just admiring you
When I didn’t know I did—
I don’t mean for you to feel discomfort
Or to start to wonder when I’ll die.


Current draft: 5/1/2010
Created on 4/27/2010 3:54 PM

Strangely enough, this is post #2,222.


  1. I like that. I think about it each time I see a beautiful young woman. I'm older than you Ron.

  2. You must be caught up with all your work to be poking around in my posts! In any case, welcome!


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