A Gray Hair Man

Twenty-Five Years Ago

My Hair was Still Black

My House was Busy

Laugh, Love, and Smile

Sit Together Under a Strong Tree

Football, Music, an Old Girl are Our Friends

But, One Evening Those Are Gone

The God Call All of Them

Not Me, Just My Two Angels

Now, My Hair is Gray

Sit Under a Strong Tree Again

Just Alone

An Old Girl Sits in the Red Small Chair

She Locked at Me

Tears Always Come

Every Morning, Afternoon and Night

No One Knows

No One Cares

Just My Angel’s Old Girl

My Best Friend, My Wife, My Children

She is Just the One That I Have

No People, No Children in My Castle

I am the King, an Old Girl is the Angel

I Love Her Very Much

My Old Girl, My Angel’s Tweety Doll

By: ‘FR’