To see the face I love
So ravished and aged with pain
To hear the harsh drawn breath
Just breathing to be gained.
To feel the trembling weakness
And the eyes so dim and dark
No joy in life or gladness
No singing with the lark.
And I could weep in sorrow
As I thought of all tomorrow
Of the loneliness and sadness of an end.
This is a bitter valley to traverse with you dear friend
And I could weep in sorrow for my twin.
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Connie
Well done my friend.
Blessings,
Christine