Maryann Buchanan Poet Lyric

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.

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Darlene Gifford November 24, 2014 at 1:09 PM Love is precious and so special, MaryAnn, Sometimes we don't realize fully what we had until we lose it. Blessings, Darlene