Memorial Day Weekend---"Heeeer I am, the only livin boy in New York"---hate this weekend........everybody having fun, me, alone in a house kids grown and gone.............that was then, this is now.

I take back my apology-----------Hey Stark 777:

"I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told; I have squandered my existence for a pocket full of mumbles, such are Promises......lie la lie lie la lie lie lie lie lie lie le lie...............

In the clearing stands a boxer, with a fighter by his side, and He carries the reminders of every man who's cut Him down or slammed him till he cried out in his Anger and His shame........I am leaving, I am leaving,

But the Fighter still remains.........................................."

Found my mind---it just got a little off there for a bit..................................

"Tom get your plane ride on time, I know your pot of gold find, fly away......
Heeere I am."--------a little "paradox" for you-=---theo