Lost In The Pages Of Yesterday

Bright lights and nightclubs, just doing the town,
Back then friends would just gather 'round.
Night after night and day after day,
Now, lost in the pages of yesterday.

Bridge:
Lost in the pages of yesterday
Friends I once knew aren't here today
Where have they gone, I can't say
They're lost in the pages of yesterday

People would say when they see me now
Hi there, remember my name?
I knew it then, I can't say right now
I can't say I do, now ain't that a shame

It's true what they say, you can't go back
Friends I once knew aren't here today
Progress is here, so never look back
They're lost in the pages of yesterday


Written on July 14, 1999 by:
Charles K. Bent
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1950-2006 All Rights Reserved

Man, The Ugly Beast

Given the power to build and create,
But in his own greed, makes value depreciate.
Like values of love, but instead he'd rather slaughter and hate.
Hearing the cry for help, he ignores and closes the gate.
Is this to be man's destiny, is this to be his fate?

Destroying what he once believed,
If so, man is better dead and let no one be grieved.
For his passing would not have been in vain,
Better he dies than re-live Abel and Cain.
Brother against brother, will this be his feast?
If this is to be, then call man the ugly beast.


Written in hope that mankind will see the light and turn to love and peace.
By Charles K. Bent Sr.
Febuary 28, 1970
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1950-present All Rights Reserved

Woman

Women the delicate flower
Never under-estimate her power

There are times when she may slow down her pace,
Yet she can still manage to put a smile on her face.
For in her there is grace, beauty, charm and technique,
I dare any man to say a woman is weak.

Before you try to knock her down and hit her hard,
Wouldn't it be wiser to clean up your own backyard?
Just think of what woman has done,
She gave us life, each and every one.

So lift your heart and soul to the sky,
And thank the great Almighty on High.
For taking a handful of dust and clay
And giving us woman to help us find our way.


Written by Charles K. Bent Sr
Febuary 28, 1970 for his mother:
Daisy
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1950-present All Rights Reserved