The Greatest of Us All
I don’t know if they all liked it, but it was my birthday.
I don’t know if they all liked it, but it was my birthday.
It’s a matter of honor, not passion.
I was a twelve-year old caught in the midst of a historical wave.
Yikes, George!
“An hour and forty-two minutes!” I would think, fist-pumping at the director’s restraint.
“Has it set in a little or is it still pretty tough?”
I hope you’re constantly getting images of the Eras Tour.
How strange and befuddling, to have lived in two months on one day.
Maybe a dictatorship took power on that day. A groundbreaking piece of legislation? A ceasefire of a war?
The changing leaves are a reminder that nothing is permanently with us.