Our life is but the morning dew,past days many, future ones few.
The melancholy my heart begets,comes from cares I cannot forget.;
What can unravel these woes of mine?They say but one thing-Time.
Thoughts of you from deep inside,cannot settle, cannot subside.
A long due reunion we profess,sharing past stories we possessed.
Friends drop by and read this poem,the respect they pay they really show it.
As this poem closes;we should all show it
That good and sad we are forever glad to have known her
By John Brown
20th July 2011