Sometimes the nights are far too long
by Raymond Holt
Sometimes the nights are far too long
And the truth won’t let me sleep
Sometimes I speak before I think
And the pain runs far too deep.
But the most important thing in life
Is the family and the home
But sometimes I wonder who I am
And I guess I’m not alone.
So girls keep trusting your instincts
They will seldom let you down
And boys keep loving your mother
She won’t always be around.
And when I think I know it all
I look towards the sky
And when the stars shine down on me
I kiss my confidence goodbye.
(An excerpt from the book of poetry ‘Looking Over My Shoulder’)
LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER
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