Mary's Golden Hair Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

And so now fragile Mary
Thee have spiders in thy hair
Tasteless is a spider's poison
If hands wander unaware

None shall ever leave thee
Thy love is never there
Friends thee make forever
From the spiders in thy hair

Take care my dear friend, Mary
My love was for thy heart
And now I'll wait thee, ever
As I lay here in the dark

I am lonely for my Mary
Sometimes more than I can bear
Like so many others
Who touched Mary's golden hair

(03/17/2018)