Now It Begins
NOW IT BEGINS
NOW IT BEGINS
THE WONDERING WHY
THE NEXT YEAR SPENT
WILL BE SO QUIET.
WHY HER HEART STOPPED
LOVING ME FOREVER
THEN RAN OUT OF TIME;
NOW IT'S SPECIAL
LIKE ALL OTHER GIFTS WE GET
ON BIRTHDAYS
ON CHRISTMAS MORNINGS
ON ANNIVERSARIES
EVEN A MASS CARD
WHEN WE DIE.
Copyright © Maryann Buchanan | Year Posted 2014
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