I was angry that you were asleep on the boat, As the waves came crashing, I didn’t dare rouse you, But clung to the side, Eyes closed, rocked and tossed, Trying not to be sick. Yes, even the wind and waves obey you, So, were
Day: 18 January 2020
The Music of my LifeThe Music of my Life
What score could record the notes of my three score years and ten? What notes could tell the tale of a life lived in many ways? It would begin with one exultant chord of love and then fall almost into silence… a single note, becoming
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