And I am sorry for that.
I'm sorry that it's gone this way;
you deserve a better life, my dear,
than one in such mad disarray,
and haunted by cold fear.
We had our plans, as most do,
but few ever came to light.
When each burning day was through,
sleep came with the night.
On day you will go on ahead,
but not, I hope, alone,
for the friends you've made in my stead
are bright seeds that you have sown.
The Reaper's bony hand comes, ungloved;
in sorrow shall I die, my love.
Music from the Little River Band, with Reminiscing.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.