An Unbroken Chain
The drive to the cemetery at Oystermouth
That long crawl up that steep hill
To the New Section to the south
Was but the bitterest of pill.
The ritual completed the mourners now go
I am left to go forth companionless,
The days darken around me with nothing to show,
To face the future years alone, nothing to bless.
The old order now changed forever.
Scared of the future and what it may hold,
The link with the past never to sever,
And to hide my emotions I have to be bold.
But love is that unbroken chain
That binds us together till we meet again
My future is with her, its plain to see
My hope is that she will now wait for me.
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