Sorry For Your Loss Poem by Braxton Hogan

'Sorry for your loss, ' they say,
In such an understnding way,
As if they know what it is like for me.
To stand near the place we married,
And see my dear wife be buried,

I wish I could turn back time,
Oh, if I only had a dime,
For every time I thought this through.
I'd be a rich man in a day,
In every form and ever way.

But money's not what I desire,
No, not that infernal ball of fire,
That consumes most men without even a care.
It's my beautiful wife I want,
And there is no being nonchalent.

For when I go to bed at night,
I am awakened by the fright,
Of an all alarming nightmare that i bear.
That lately here I find,
Has been toying with my ming.

I'm just there, not movingg at all,
Not a single breath, not even a fall,
As I watch the time fly past myy weary face.
It goes on forever, never ending
And that is why this is a dream so bending.

For I can not live always here,
With not a chance of being near,
The one I love and hold dear within my hear.
And with this dying breath I am taking
I must say, 'God bless with merrymaking.'