Old Dirt Road
Down the old dirt road
where we used to hold hands,
now I walk alone and afraid
looking at my wedding band.
I don't want to walk
down this road without you,
tears fill my eyes
my days feel so blue.
God had called you home
in your sleep late one night,
when I awoke in the morning
my heart was filled with fright.
How will I be able to go on?
Sadness fills my heart,
knowing for the rest of my life
we will always be apart.
Tears slip down my cheeks
looking at pictures of you and I,
you used to hold me tightly
wiping the tears from my eyes.
Now I walk alone and afraid
loking at my wedding band,
down the old dirt road
where we used to hold hands.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.22/2015
I had the title in my head and this is what spilled out onto paper.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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