SORROW
My sorrow’s nearly one year old,
Oh my! How time does fly.
It only seems like yesterday
I could do nothing but cry.
Day after day, week after week,
I shed thousands of tears.
Thinking of the good times we had
Through out our married years.
The time we stood before a priest
And vowed to live together.
Through good, happy and sad times,
Through fair and stormy weather.
The joy of being parents
And watching our children grow.
With picnics in the summertime
And frolics in the snow.
Those were the good days
The days I thought were here to stay.
But they ended in the cruellest of ways
When my beloved passed away.
It only seems like yesterday,
But one year as nearly passed me by.
My heart is still full of sorrow
And I still break down and cry.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
My sorrow’s nearly one year old,
Oh my! How time does fly.
It only seems like yesterday
I could do nothing but cry.
Day after day, week after week,
I shed thousands of tears.
Thinking of the good times we had
Through out our married years.
The time we stood before a priest
And vowed to live together.
Through good, happy and sad times,
Through fair and stormy weather.
The joy of being parents
And watching our children grow.
With picnics in the summertime
And frolics in the snow.
Those were the good days
The days I thought were here to stay.
But they ended in the cruellest of ways
When my beloved passed away.
It only seems like yesterday,
But one year as nearly passed me by.
My heart is still full of sorrow
And I still break down and cry.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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