Greeting
From The UK..
I need a place, where my head can lay.
A
place peacefully tranquil, at the end of the day.
A place where gentle
folks, can simply meet.
To share their culture, relax and rest their
feet.
I need a place, where a diseased old heart can rest.
A place
where the company, proves the best.
Where constant aggravation, becomes a
thing of the past.
A peaceful place, where the sun and warmth will
last.
I need to leave behind, the women who prey.
On "Old Men"
like me, who are expected to pay.
A place where your closest friends, are
not abused.
A place where folks come, to be gleefully amused.
A
place to post, without constant abuse.
In my short life, this is of no
use.
I need the place, where folks provide the care.
As they
appreciate the art, I try to share.
I need a place, devoid of evil
witches.
A place of beauty, there are no selfish bitches.
No network
animals, just pleasant folk.
Who get together, to share a
joke.
This "old man" just needs, his romantic dreams.
And a chance
to share, for that all seems,
So right with this world, peace a precious
gift.
For this sick old heart, simply needs a lift.
This place
exists, without the debris of life.
This place is found, and has no
strife.
This is the place, that I can appreciate your smile.
To
encourage and help me walk, that extra mile.
Enjoy . Steve . Aka . "The Old Sea Dog" . 1999 . ©
An original created
by "This Steve"
Simply Steve