You get older and you are a whole mess of things, new thoughts, sorry feelings, big plans, enormous doubts, goling along hoping and getting disappointed, over and over again, no wonder I don't recognize my little crayon picture. It appears to be me and it is and it is not.

You ever laughed so hard nobody in the world could hurt you for a minute, no matter what they tried to do to you?

You get older and you are a whole mess of things, new thoughts, sorry feelings, big plans, enormous doubts, goling along hoping and getting disappointed, over and over again, no wonder I don't recognize my little crayon picture. It appears to be me and it is and it is not.

A good book is never finished—-it goes on whispering to you from the wall.

Rise to the occassion which is life!

Some people make a bad bed, they just have to lie in it.

If you dont like me, Walk away , Matter of fact Run Away