Fond memories
Forgotten remorse;
Cherished dreams;
No longer chosen;
And just whose to blame,
Man
Ill misbegotten
Remembered sins;
Hardly spoken violins;
Piano playing
Broken finger-nails;
Melodies spoken;
Harps of Gabriel;
Fond memories;
Forgotten remorse;
Cherished dreams;
And just whose to blame,
Me..
I am the blunderer
I am to blame for all my shame;
I'm told hold on, hold on...
For Jesus saves the wounded, the sick, the hurt and the loss..
6/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Archie Bunker, blunderer;
Lived life wishing for thunder.
The praise never came;
Had himself to blame;
Archie was no, free-thinker.
Written 2-14-19
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