Today, I realized that what I thought was romance
was just two people living as friends under a roof
A pleasant home, with generally a happy dance
We started wtih that, then children came
And gradually, the glue cracked and ...air took its place
Romance grew old and antique yellow
It wasn't the pretty rose or the hotter red
It seems that romance
Has joined the tattered wedding dress
My angular and wandering travels....
- Wayne Cook
- Duncanville, TX, United States
- I'm an international person, having spent 6+years of my youth in various Central and South American countries. Within my occupation as a television engineer, I've since traveled back to Mexico several times to film various religious sites, to Ireland to film a video documentary on the life of St. Patrick, to Portugal and England. Each time I took hundreds of pictures, wrote songs and poems about the things I saw and heard and felt go on around me, and tried to absorb a sense for what people in each locale thought. How they love, how they see, how they think.... My other sites: www.myspace.com/mothtoacandle http://community.webshots.com/user/waynocook www.soundclick.com/eddieaustin
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