When Gwen departed she said "my dear,
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 so it's very rough. I'm not terribly happy with the ending; it didn't all seem to quite fit together. I'm not sure about the title either. Any advice or constructive criticisms you have about those or any other part of the poem would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading!
-pigeon
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