Glass the color of Gold
I'm just an old guy now Haunted By glass the color of gold My Mother's old coffee cups Of long long ago The finest things she owned Their color gave her pleasure In times of grief and woe Lord she had plenty of those Nothing it seems will atone Nothing ever turned to gold And I'm an old guy now Living alone Thinking of Mother long ago And glass the color of goldLike most people everywhere, I wish I could have done more for my Mother, but unfortunately, I was too stupid. I'm afraid I was quite a problem child. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 06:36 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I'm just an old guy now..."