She Will Never Grow Old Poem by Raymond Farrell
She Will Never Grow Old
She will never grow old
And sit by this fire
Nor nod off in repose
Or look back in fond desire
On decades gone by
Speaking of what we did together
No, it is I
And I alone who sit here
Thinking of her early passing
Wondering if in the by and by
When old age has overtaken me
Her loss for which I now sigh
Will be replaced by joy
When recalling her, before I die.
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4/25/2024 7:19:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sad theme it is, time is always a healer.Good piece