It Was Not Until The Day You Left Me Poem by Aldo Kraas

Well put Aldo, in fact, truth be told, more often then not they don't work out at all. I think it's called Life, though as old as I am I still have no answer why some loose so much that they need emotionally to survive, to have a reason to live....Material things don't count in the mix, they don't give hugs....Why do people leave us either by choice or by death, even by giving one away? Only God will answer that one.They say there's a reason for each hurt, each snub. Who knows? No one on earth that's for sure. mm.