Just the

Bill Smith Parker Sr.

Just the ghost of my singular old past

Just the way I carry myself and live so damn fast

The mile marker signs are never as fast as the green grass and blue flowers on the sides of the racing car


Hand extended out so far

Just like the wings of an airplane

One day we all go back to being stars


Just the ghost of my singular past

Oh we lived so damn fast



I ran in to you just the other day

Just as beautiful as the day you left

It’s amazing how the feelings last

I had to run so fast

Now the small town dreams are under this plane

The clouds in the window move so fast



Just the ghosts of a singular past

It’s took the memories and moved them so fast

My past


This garden that you planted seems to grow with care

So green and blue with a tint of gold

So many storms and dry spells have come and gone

You taught me to slow down and tend the love that grew so fast

I always moved so fast


Time has past so fast






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  • Paul Bell

    This could be a fine epitaph.
    Where the hell did the time go to.
    So slow when you're young, too bloody fast when you're old.

  • Bill Smith Parker Sr.

    I guess time is just lost whisper once you reach this milestone on a souls journey.

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