There are times that I miss
The pressing of lips in a kiss.
The holding of a lady tight
As we say our last good night.
The morrow will bring sorrow,
When I learn of her death.
Who could have ever thought
She would be dead, just as we meet.
Life has its surprises in store,
When we go to open our door.
Good that we not know in advance,
What life has for us in store.
hug
Kathy