To Go On

March 15, 1998

One day you’ll smile
Without the tick-tock of the clock
Six feet beneath the earth
Behind key and lock

Your smile will beam
From cheek to eager cheek
Baring teeth without shame
Six feet below in the dank, dark deep

Your voice will be silent
After decades of melody
Eyes wide open
With nothing to see

Your breath no longer in my ear
Your eyes no longer burning mine

Now that you’re gone
I missed you more when you were here
It’s my time, It’s my turn
To go on


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