A boy and his father compared in time to the Dust Bowl.

Move on to a greener pastures.

Is it the questions or answers we yearn..?

Grass is not always greener.

This poem will tell the tale, am full of sorrow as I write, my brothers are mailing their lives and jewels to death and agony all in search of greener pastures. REMEMBER… [ any one shooting at the sky is merely wasting his bullets].

We relive the past differently to how it was.

This is my experience, and you should read it…..

Sometimes a wake up call is all we need to change our ways.

Better the devil you know.

It certainly is tough learning from others -I too have a hard time with it. I wish I had learned what I know today a long, long time ago.