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Donald Waugh Poem
My Friend, My Wife, My Dear
There was this real old couple,
Very much in love for years.
I can’t recall a single day,
When he didn’t call her Dear.
They went everywhere together,
He would always hold her hand.
Their favorite place was at the Beach,
Walking barefoot in the sand.
Spending all their time together,
Nothing mattered but his wife.
He wouldn’t trade her for a thing,
Because she was his whole life.
Then they got the news one day,
She didn’t have long to live.
He said if God takes her from me,
I have nothing left to give.
As time went on, he lost his will,
God please take me out of here.
So, I can be with her again,
My Friend, My Wife, My Dear.
By: Donald Waugh Sr.
Copyright © Donald Waugh | Year Posted 2019
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