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Bring me a drink, do be swift; For on the brink, I will drift; My thirst has grown, Where is Maggie Bowen? Maggie is gone, fifteen long years; Left him alone, with all his fears; He won't listen at all, to what is said; Maggie Bowen did fall, and now is dead. She went on before him Her light did grow dim But not with old man Bowen Memory of Maggie has grown. He calls her and has conversation Forgotten completely by the next generation And Maggie is always with him In his mind, just on the rim. Never dealt with the loss Bearing no cross Maggie is with him there I'm thinking, really did he care? Yet he weeps, When he sleeps Maggie my love, Maggie my dove. Lyn May 31, 2002 © |
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