sábado, 7 de enero de 2017


Once, my dear,
I was young like you.
I was hopeful like you.
I dreamed like you.
Once, my dear,
I thought I had it all -
oh, so happily,
the light of my life
held my hand as we danced,
clutched me at night,
promised all the world would be mine.
Once, my dear, I was like you.
One day, my dear, should your
lovely husband pass as did both of mine,
I do wish you feel as I have felt
watching you all these years,
how brightly you shine.
Cling tightly, my dear,
for one day it may all pass away.
Remember, my dear,
once, I was young like you.

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