Singing old songs…

Carving out a life that makes sense
can be so hard
It’s a cold wind that blows
when you get well past 50 years old
I just keep thinking about you
and pouring my beer…
and singing old songs…

M.S. Morrison

P.S. I will leave a light on…

faces in white powder

Are we lost and will we ever find the never land
There is no day like tomorrow to find our way
Lost in your love I am still dancing the night away
faces in white powder haunting my day…

M.S. Morrison