May 25, 2004 11:46
The smile fades
the eyes grow dim
the soul tip-toes away
The hand is not
As warm as it
Had been, just yesterday
Were I with you
I doubt that I
Would know just what to say
To calm the storm
of hopes unborn
That died their deaths today
The secret that
We both will share
In this life and the next
That both of us
Are happy now
That you have found your rest
Some tears will fall
As always do
During this wretched test
But would you me?
(For I will You)
Remember but the best
~S.D.T.
Tio Pacheco 1921~2004