In the beauty of her youth
My wife was bold and full of truth.
Our lives together started strong
But soon we noticed something wrong.
A bottle slips from her right hand
We dance much less to our favorite band.
The morning headache that comes and goes
The loss of feeling in her toes.
One doctor says he has no guess
The next one says She has M.S.
Now I must watch my love so pure
wither from which there is no cure.
Our years are filled with joy and pain
A type of life one can’t explain.
Yet by her side I’ll always be
As she slowly dies in front of me.
With God as my witness I’d give up my life
If it would spare the pain of my sweet wife.
And when I die and God I see
I’ll ask, Why her and why not me?
(By Richard A. Rousay II)
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This hard facade hides in anguish so unreal,
an unrelenting torment you’d never want to feel.
Look here, here past my eyes,
to find where pain forever lies.
A fate so much worse than death,
misery lingers on my every breath.
Now with all loves energy spent,
my heart is left twisted and bent.
Your heart, your love eluded me,
mine is a love, you could never see.
Yes, I’m the one, the one who cares,
and I’m the one who will be there.
I’ll carry you over stormy tides,
but I’m left hollow here inside.
Cursed to a sad loveless existence,
still driven by passion so intense.
My strength is drained, I’m left helpless,
I’m drowning in darkened emptiness.
I can’t see past tomorrow,
without you I’m left hollow.
I am hollow
I am the hollow man
Here before you I stand
Yes, I am the hollow man
(By Keith Osborne)
(Dedicated to Maria Duvall, in spite of everything, I will always love you.)
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My love, it’s been a week since you went away.
Honey, I miss you more and more each day.
It seems like a dream that never ends,
You were loved so much by your many friends.
I know in my heart, you’re in a better place,
But it’s hard not to see your pretty face.
I knew in my heart that the die was cast,
The Lord was calling you home at last.
But I still had hopes, a miracle would be,
And you would get well, so I could see,
You once again, the way you were before
That tumor took you far from shore.
I guess I’m being selfish for wanting you here,
God needed you more, away up there
So goodbye, my Love, thanks for the ride
Some day we’ll meet on the other side,
Until that time, when we shall meet,
I love you Honey, save me a seat.
(By Fred N. Cloninger Jr)
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