Happiness is but a myst
In front of me it always exist Within reach of grasp But nothing to hold Quickly it disapates as I reach It is for me but an illusion Something others can have But I not For 41 years I try For 41 years it is always just beyond I shall never know happiness as I knew it when I were 5.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorDeWayne Watts: I started out writing short stories and poetry. Some of which was published in the 1980's. I have parts of 5 novels written and have completed 2 novels. I have been married over 25 years and raised 2 wonderful sons who have been a great addition to the human family. Follow me on GOODREADS
The 3 Novels/Books Written By DeWayne Watts
"David's mark"
Click Title to Buy the Book. "The Boy in The Wood"
Click Title To Buy The Book. Archives
June 2022
Categories |