The loss we suffer as we age
The face that was familiar is erased
And now I feel the emptiness within
A lonely heart,a mind that seems half crazed
By losing him,how greatly have I sinned?
The face so dear, seemed etched upon my heart
I did not see the writing on the wall
Now my heart is blank, how shall I start?
Never love another in this life?
Measure Mathematics on a chart?
Learn the poet’s worth yet feel the knife?
The dagger in the heart, the loss of blood
Anaemic, faint and weak, where shall we go?
Like the chained up slaves felt, where is good?
The Arctic wastes of life, the frost the snow.
I smile and look contented , understood
My patient hands alone now sweat with blood
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