DEBORAH MAPLES Poems
|1.||What Good Did It Do||10/22/2005|
|2.||Fortune And Fame||11/9/2005|
|3.||Dead And Gone||10/21/2005|
|4.||There's A Reason||10/21/2005|
|5.||I Just Can'T Seem To Understand||11/22/2005|
|6.||It Took You'Re Life||12/2/2005|
Comments about DEBORAH MAPLES
Old blue has been worn out and worn back in
been worked on all over again and again.
It's been through the heat, rain, and cold
survived the hard times of being old.
It's paint job is peeling and fading away
old blue is a tractor that we use every day.
The seat is wobbly and missing the foam
the fenders are bent and the horn is gone.
Old blue is old and been through hell
but, It's still kickin and doing well.
Sometimes I think it's had enough
old blue may be old, but it's tough.
When I think it's finally reached the end
it perks back up and starts...