There’s a sadness in my heart;
sometimes it nearly tears me apart. How can I know if I should leave him there;
would he be happier here in his favorite chair? Or would he even remember that he lived here
when the house was full of love and cheer? Would that we could go back in time
When we are young, life is full of fun.
We laugh and giggle, sing, play and run. As we grow older, we don’t run-we walk
and instead of laughing, we talk and talk. Sometimes as out lives change from bright to dark,
we long for the laughter and the sound of a lark. They are still there if we stop to listen,