We've been together fifty year.
Don't let that stop you, when I am gone,
From respectfully moving on.
I'll rest easier, honest and true,
If someone's looking after you.
'Loving wife' - remember me as such,
As I do love you very much,
But when you no longer see my face
Let another woman take my place."
My Gwen was only seventy-three
The day she was taken from me.
I thought it was terribly unkind
That I remained here - left behind.
But, after visiting her grave twice,
I tried to follow Gwen's advice.
I gazed on every woman alive
(Some were as young as sixty-five!)
And though many moved with poise and grace
I could not find that lovely face.
Although I was searching all the while,
Nowhere could I perceive her smile.
The more that I looked, the more I learned
It was, only, for Gwen I yearned.
Although Gwen's advice was kindly meant,
There will be no 'happy event'
I swear I will take no second wife,
I'll wait betimes, through any strife,
To see my first, in second life.
I wrote this in a rush, and at midnight
-pigeon
