Finding it hard to trust
As well hard to subsist
Hard to express love
His childhood he does still miss…
He laughs it off, so well he does so
It took him longer than others to grow
His pain he just inside does hide
Till death, his life he does of time abide…
Will he ever, even in death, find peace
His pain for now lies dormant
At times still it does increase
Never does it ever, unfortunately, decrease…
Ron
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Anna