As I sit and think about the day gone past,
I think about how I missed your last.

I have kept my im on all day, all night,
With hopes of catching you, this time I might.

Now the sun has set, the kids gone to bed,
I watch the stars and moon as I drift ahead.

I dream of days gone by and yet to come,
I dream of times near future, others done.

A bottle of parrot bay sits on my desk,
Mostly empty like my hearts old flask.

Yet a tap of golden water has sprung,
New love and new hope in my lungs.

Days of old have gone by,
Days of wonder lay up high.

I think of you, my Autumn dear,
So that my dreams are sweet and near.

awwwww nice daniel

Very nice Daniel

Awesome Buddy O' Mine..............Keep up the good work.

Thank you ladies...

Beautiful Daniel...

Very nice daniel. Thanks for sharing

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