O. C. Woods
Are We Young? - Poem by O. C. Woods
Tonight I drink again play to think, listen
missing dear Charles smiles of wisdom.
Problems and thrones to take out from our uneven lives
I dream seeing you more, to talk always sincere in rhymes
or are we fools imaging changes in our lives
4 o'clock Belgian biers and special moves to remember not to keep old nights
thankful for a friend come and gone like these grey clouds our Summer pains
'Shake me down' is all I need to say right now brother!
Answer to a good friend's mail 1st and then sing with heart never waste any time without laughter
time flies brother in the Siberian cold rainy yard
I cannot forgot the conversations about our own worlds to mend the bad
Santi is rocking the bright July night our strange Summer of Sorrow
Cassie is kicking already the way to the top and I just swallow slow.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
For my dear friend Charles
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