Poem: My Tears.
My Tears
by: David Pittman
Like the river of life, they stream down my face. My Tears.
Filled with the worry and pain, wondering if I am on the right track. My Tears
Holding the joy of beholding my daughters, smiles. My Tears
Am I the best father, can I be a better husband, who wants me as a friend. My Tears
Can I change the world, change my world, or just change a life. My Tears
They come to often, they come to easy, why do they even come at all. My Tears
Am I crazy, am I less of a man, or could I be more. My Tears
Copyright ©2008 David Pittman
by: David Pittman
Like the river of life, they stream down my face. My Tears.
Filled with the worry and pain, wondering if I am on the right track. My Tears
Holding the joy of beholding my daughters, smiles. My Tears
Am I the best father, can I be a better husband, who wants me as a friend. My Tears
Can I change the world, change my world, or just change a life. My Tears
They come to often, they come to easy, why do they even come at all. My Tears
Am I crazy, am I less of a man, or could I be more. My Tears
Copyright ©2008 David Pittman
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