Sunset Mourns a Mirthful Song
T'was the saddest time of the year
When one is resting, one oh so dear
Yearning for the presence that once was there
Reminiscing that white silky hair
But time will pass and time will heal
The heartaches and the pain we feel
Though none ever help but wonder
Where he journeyed in that deep slumber
The thrill, excitement and adventurous ride
In crossing that great divide
Then death would be a blessing
To whose heart is strong
The day the sunset mourns a mirthful song
Copyright © L.C. Jarrette | Year Posted 2017
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