Shirley Drage Poems

The loss of a loved one brings on the tears.
They continue to flow for many long years.
The emptiness felt with each passing day;
Weighs on the heart and warns it to pray.
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Nothing quite says what I feel today,
A little bit silly, a little bit gay.
Two parts thoughtful, three parts sad,
A whole lot of lonely and just plain mad.
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Maybe someday I will be me.
Free to do whatever I please.
Time for laughter, no more tears;
Day of happiness, no more fears.
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