I AM ONLY
A PASSER-BY
There is no more that sweet voice in my home,
The voice that cheered me for so many years.
The pond’s dry and my Pretty Lotus a gnome,
Once my joy she now fills my eyes with tears.
Walks and talks have ended, nothing’s left,
No more chats in the back yard I am all alone.
Our sweet home bites me now that we’re cleft,
My nest looks empty, my love bird has flown.
Our days were full of happiness we to rejoice,
Our nights brought moments of love and joy.
Fields have fled where we matched our voice.
Whenever I wander home now, I find no joy.
We had made our own nest to love and live.
Now they’re gone for good leaving ill and I,
My paths, my gardens have nothing to give,
I may last a while now I am only a passer-by.
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Now every time I look at the stars at night I
cannot help but think of you but I cannot see you.
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