It was fresh, it was new, it was clear, clean and bright. Oh, my youth now turned to gray, faded from time’s endless motion, wrinkled from life’s tragic indifference, soiled from the stains of lost love. I can still see…
Documenting the Human Experience
It was fresh, it was new, it was clear, clean and bright. Oh, my youth now turned to gray, faded from time’s endless motion, wrinkled from life’s tragic indifference, soiled from the stains of lost love. I can still see…