Sometimes

Make it Happen Once again, my guitar,
its strings are ringing, calling,
minor chords while listening to.
You sometimes I picked up the
feet to stand on,
thank you for the blues while
my world for a moment again darkened.
The evening twilight time,
my mind clean sweeps memories of yesteryear.
Every day something new to write,
I go around the longing for yesterday.
Is this what is this life through
thousands of wind, while my soul bears
New Melodic tunes.
You still will be a day when the
friend takes my hand longingly,
I can not find it, I can not time the puzzles
understand.