Thinking of You
The room is spinning
I must be drinking again
Sitting in a hotel room in NYC
alone,
except for this picture of you
and it’s not the same without you here
we used to walk down these streets
together,
so many years ago
Police sirens racing across town Read the rest of this entry »
Time Running Out
Here I am at the end of my life
and I don’t know how much time I have left
maybe a week,
maybe a year
and I don’t know where I’m heading
to Heaven’s pearly gates
or maybe just the cold, dark ground
All I have to live for
are the memories of yesterday
I’m just hanging on by a thread
and I hope I’ll be remembered when I’m gone
eighty years of photographs
and a war book as my legacy Read the rest of this entry »
The Beat Patrol 