Yvonne Gallagher

(West Yorks, UK)

Lost Love

Poem by Yvonne Gallagher

In the house upon a hill
a big grey cloud is hanging still
The old man sits there all alone
gloomy face, big sad eyes
Really sad he's lost his wife
Thinking of the things he's done
all the time in his life
In his chair he gently sways
going back to happy days
But time goes by, that we know
To pick up pieces is so slow
Fond memories of loved ones
deep in our hearts they always stay
in dreams they are never far away
Many happy hours spent together
now he's on his own forever

Comments about Lost Love by Yvonne Gallagher

  • Ann BeardAnn Beard (11/4/2007 1:59:00 AM)

    Really nice. simple, sad, words from the heart. Thank you(Report)Reply

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  • Lylyanna Pilewski (6/10/2005 8:13:00 PM)

    Taht was so sad but I really liked it.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003