Lessons from one's environment, one's disappointment, and distractions choose wisely. One's pain of loss of
anyone can be healing. Lessons
Fairweather, familiar faces sometimes eventually
abandoned. Lessons
Attempting to save others from themselves who
don't want to be saved. Lessons
Non-reciprocal energy from people who often become
lovers of distinguishing themselves wavering in actions.
Lessons
Momma often said everyone's heart is different, so don't harden your heart. Experiences are the best teacher.
Lessons
Sunday morning sardines
Sing trademarked sermons
No gain, guitars must be clean
To harken out the predetermined
Donation cards in cursive fonts
A prayer for a new patio to
Crosses finished like their countertops
Their fair-weather faith up for review
This is for the poor Diet Coke debutantes
In Burberry scarves with lipstick grins
Money isn’t everything but it's all they got
Life is just so hard for those who always win
A nest is never truly empty
Built with tender loving care
An unbreakable bond
Offering hope of new life extending branches to family tree upon spreading wings and building more nests
A promise of a love with no end
Offering fairweather friends to flock back to an always and forever home sweet home away from home
fairweather redbreast
a past, charming summer feeds
under the flowers
robins are calling
as the sparrows are singing
redbreast fairweather
7/3/19
written words James Edward Lee Sr.
I thought he was a friend and I was wrong.
We seemed inseparable so much time spent.
When troubled times came it was a new song.
I do know that true friends are heaven sent.
To me friendship is a really big deal
We seemed inseparable so much time
I am not sure how I'm suppose to feel
This is a kind of hurt that cuts real deep
To me friendship is a really big deal
In my mind there are memories I keep
I expected him to always be here
This is a kind of hurt that cuts real deep
Friends are like our reflections in the mirror
We need them to see who we really are
I expected him to always be here
True friends are friends wether near or far
We need them to see who we really are
I thought he was a friend and I was wrong
When troubled times came it was a new song
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