a hard woman...is good to find
by Charlie Morgan
i'm getting older everyday,
suppose it's a good thing
i've changed my ways.
like e'rybody else after Nam,
went a lil' crazy
that was the norm.
looking at me you couldn't tell it now,
kept it together,
some way, somehow.
angry and drunk was the picture of me,
love was a Monet
i just couldn't see.
and
hell-on-a-harley, was where i's bound,
and a good woman loved me,
her feet on solid ground.
but, no advice from me today.
you probably wouldn't
listen anyway.
now, i'm a buffet of love for the world;
slices of life
in a smorgasbord.
no longer a prisoner of hate, set free
made possible by the love
she's given me.
04/07/2005