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.