There comes a time
When all men die
But sometimes first
They live the lie.
There is something fanciful
About living life
No matter how much
You go through strife
There will always be
A lie down deep
That prevents you
From getting sleep
Pain will set in
If you let it start
And all your friends
Will faithfully depart
Alone
Trapped in a mine
Alone
Within your own mind
I’ve watched it tear
The strong apart
The weak
Simply do not have the heart
To do what I did
I did it right
I trusted my spouse
Without a fight
I believed in her
She believed in me
And somewhere along the way
Her and I merged into We.
I made a choice
Where some simply cannot
To love her dearly
Until I rot
Yet being buried
Is a long way off
And at men’s typical weakness
Doth I scoff
I enjoy being hers
In every way
Knowing that my love
Will never sway
There is a strength in that
I have found
That most never do
They do nothing but cheat at the sound
Of winter coming
And old age drawing near
I accept its coming
With my love I hold so dear.
--Dan
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