Drifter Vol 2
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These words are gathered over some fifty-five years and are composed by a man who has walked many roads. Fought many a fight physically and mentally and has been shaped by many joys, laughs, hardships and at times anguish and tears. 150 pages.
A REFLECTION
There is this man I know
He lives inside my mirror
Especially in the morning
He needs a shave
And he misbehaves
And he is a far cry from pretty
His eyes are old
A bit like my fathers
And his hair looks like old dry straw
Poor bastard
What woman could want him
Looks like he kicks the cat
Man I’m glad im not like that.
Owl