The Sunday Drive

When Sunday came they went for a drive For almost thirty years Til death came calling and stole her away Leaving her husband in tears Then Sunday came and went each week But he had no place to drive So he took her urn and buckled it in Just like when she was alive He'd drive throughout the countryside Talking to the one he'd lost The bridges were such a special place Stopping on all he crossed He'd smile and point to all the deer That he saw along the way Sunday was their time to stop and reflect And were thankful for this day For ten more years they'd take this drive Til he drew his final breath And now they drive those streets of gold When he met his wife in death