Now That She Is Gone
Now that she is gone, I am bereft of cheer
The holidays are the most difficult times
Oh, how I wish my dear Deborah were here
Now that she is gone, I am bereft of cheer
I always feel this way facing another year
For as I grow older, the steeper the climbs
Now that she is gone, I am bereft of cheer
The holidays are the most difficult of times.
written December 22, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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