Beyond that, I said **** it...an d went back home...

I went to the corner and I walked

It's not about finding a pair of glasses, or where the next bend in the road might be. Suppoedly, this is a dating sits. If not that, then a place where we might meet someone with with like minded interest...I could be wrong

Over two yrs

Thank you, I wrote that a few years ago while driving across the country. Had a song penned as well, but have lost track of it...

Thank you Queenie, I appreciate that

Thank you, I appreciate that

Thank you sweetie

appreciate it

Someone who doesn't ******** and play games all the time

Thank you so much. Just wanted to put that out there and hopefully touch someone else's heart. And too, give others a reason to remember a loved one they may have lost. As well as remind them that every loss we may face doesn't necessarily have to be remembered as a tragedy for all times.

Thank you

Someone who isn't afraid to be themselves, but willing to laugh and be silly at times as well.

Only recently joined this site again after a long hiatus...Good to see that some things never change. People still hell bent on playing their dumb *** games...Seems to me that they'd limit their game playing to the courts or the ball fields...

Personally speaking, I just do not understand why so many people choose to play games on these sites. Just makes it harder for those of us, having to weed through all the nonsense, when we are truly in search for a meaningful relationship. Go figure...

Is my profile up to par...Let me know of any improvements that I can make...

My Son


My son never saw the light of day,
His nose never wrinkled at the scent of fresh cut hay.
I never got to see the twinkle in his eye,
Til years later when gazing upon a star filled sky.
My boy will never grow into the man he should be,
But I see him, I see him, if only distantly.
My son never saw in my eyes an adoring look,
I never read to him a story from his favorite book.
He lives within my heart to this very day,
I can sometime hear a faint whisper, Daddy, Daddy, it's ok.
My boy will never know the love of a wife,
He'll never bear children or give my grandchildren life.
Though he is gone, I see him everyday,
From my memories, he'll never fade away.
My boy will never feel the warmth of the sun,
He'll never howl at the moon as his father has done.
So very many things he'll never see and do,
but if you catch me staring, it may be him that I see in you.
My son's heart beats within my chest,
It's when thinking of him I am at my best.
Although he is gone and yet I remain,
It's the love of his father's father that helps keep me sane.
My son will never hear the sweet sound of a well played horn,
For you see, My Son, My Son, My Son, was stillborn.



M.Z.C