Buford Poem by Steve Howard

Buford

Rating: 5.0


I chanced to meet old Buford,
who looked at me and grinned.
I shook his wrinkled hand and asked,
"How are you my friend? "
He said, "They tell me I've been better,
but I cant recall just when,
for it's best to think on here and now;
not what was, or might have been."

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Steve Howard

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North Carolina. USA
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