Musings of An Old Man

by Brian K. Moore

SIX MONTHS HAVE PAST

SIX MONTHS HAVE PAST, JUST HALF A YEAR
SINCE YOU WERE TAKEN FROM ME DEAR

THOUGH THESE MONTHS ARE PAST AND GONE
THE PAIN AND SADNESS LINGER ON

ALL THROUGH THE TIME WE’VE BEEN APART
GRIEF AND SORROW HAVE TORN MY HEART

MY WHOLE LIFE WAS BUILT AROUND YOU
AND NOW THERE’S NOTHING THAT I CAN DO

TO FIND REAL PURPOSE IN MY LIFE
THAT I CAN FILL, WITHOUT MY WIFE

YOU’RE FOREVER AWAY FROM MY LOVING TOUCH
AND OH, MY DARLING, I MISS YOU SO MUCH!

YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
BUT THROUGH THE GRIEF I SEEM TO FIND

GLAD THANKFULNESS FOR WHAT WE HAD
THAT HELPS ME THROUGH, WHEN I’M SO SAD

I KNOW THAT I MUST PAY THE COST
WHEN I THINK BACK ON WHAT I’VE LOST

AND THOUGH MY MEMORIES HURT SO BAD
THEY TAKE ME BACK TO WHAT WE HAD

THEY TELL THE MEANING OF THE LIFE
THAT I HAVE SHARED WITH YOU, MY WIFE

AND I WILL GLADLY BEAR THE PAIN
SO THAT THE MEMORIES MAY REMAIN

FOR I FOREVER AM BEREFT
AND MEMORIES, ARE ALL THAT’S LEFT