Love’s Old Sweet Song
You packed your bag with care,
And went with blithe contempt.
I heard your descent on the stairs,
Your fading footsteps in the night.
I let our room to Mrs. Grief,
She rented by the day,
I sold our house assigning her
The lessee of a Mr. Free.
-Nancy Janes
Love's Bitter Sweet Song. Sad.
Ron