On the Loss of Nephews
Restore the joys of life my heart once held
Too long the drought of loss and pain endures
Its toll has turned me once again to guilt
So hangs my head as sadness reigns impure
The loss I fear is much too much to bear
Soon another bier will rest upon the heath
Beckoning me like old Father Time so bold,
Snarling and bearing his ugly breath and teeth.
I will have the bitter taste of gall soon again
‘Twas three strappin' boys to my sister born
All fine. I remember when they were lads,
Went their separate ways each to great success
While alone I linger in old age and infirmity,
The oldest two pass, leaving young Danny and me.
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