Dec 08
You left today,
didn’t cry, or ask why ,
you can’t make someone stay if they want to go,
you can’t make someone love you , If the flame burns low,
The flame burnt low and went out,
The flame was no more, we are no more,
The man I once adored , that’s life,
for thirty seven years I was your wife,
I cooked your meals , we ate together ,
we slept together we would embrace ,
Thirty seven years what a waste ,
I will start again, so great is my pain, I should not sit and mope,
I will live in hope, that I will find an honest man , calling all honest men. Dorothy maude
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