Relaxing on the front porch with a almost empty beer.
I had a good day, so why do I hold back a tear.
Had a lady tell me today I am a romantic guru.
I blushed a bit, but I know its not true.
Feelings to words is not all I can do.
I laugh sometimes, I try to do my best to be a father to.
With all my heart I wanted to say one more thing in close.
I also set on the porch waiting with a beer in one hand, an in the other a Rose.
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My Public Suicide (Complete Book)
PoesiaA view on life through the passions and self reflection only a writer can create. Thank you for reading and stars are always welcome.
