There’s times I find I wonder if
You really were alive.
If mem’ries that I think I have
Are real…and will survive.
Survive the hurt, survive the pain,
Survive the test of time,
When life sometimes seems vague, obscure…
A poem that doesn’t rhyme.
At times it seems a melody,
Completely out of tune.
With notes in discord, disarray…
Notes not a tune to croon.
My mind, it wanders through the years,
Ones that I hold so dear.
And yet, sometimes I’m wondering…
If you were even here.
I wonder if those memories
Are just some cruel trick
That my mind wants to play on me…
From reality I’ve slipped.
I see others around me with
Their daughters and their sons,
Out enjoying time together…
And having lots of fun.
Its then I wander back in time
To moments that we shared,
And wonder if they’re really true…
why your life wasn’t spared.
Suppose it is a waste of time,
Bemoaning that you’re gone.
It will not bring you back again…
That really seems quite wrong.
I’ll hang onto my memories,
To those I will hold fast.
They’ll see me through the rest of life…
“Til I’m at home at last.
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