The Eternal Empty Road
The wind slowly blows past me
on the side of the lonely road
there is nothing but tumbling weeds
as the march runs fast and cold
Sprinkle a few seeds on the cupcake,
add a few bushes, pines, and red woods for health's sake.
Let the twigs fall, don't clean up the leaves,
for if we do nature would not be pleased.
The sisters at St Clara's Orphanage made a great impact on my life, I was brought there in 1941 at the age of six. I was born with two genetic defects. eye sight and hearing. Sister Gloria...