My Dear Departed
Here I sit,broken hearted,
thinking of my dea
departed.
Since you're gone,life's
hard to bare.
Where you've gone,I
know not where.
We laughed,We played,
We cut up wood.
Just like Paul Bunyon,
I knew we could.
I loved you through our
cares and woes.
I really hated to see you
go.
So, here I sit,so
sad and blue.
No way to tell you,
that, I still love you.
Copyright © Gloria Vojchehoske | Year Posted 2006
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