Missing You!

 

 

 

            Grief, Grieving!

Morbidity,

     Leaving.

 

 

 

            If a man possessed the

Skill to cure at will,

This man would be there now!

For to see this Lady sad with

Life,

     Bates the devil kill!

 

 

 

            Brief, teasing!

Loneliness,

     Believing!

 

 

 

            You shall see him

Again, his smile to chase off

Demons,

          His raucous rancour

Laughs you ‘up’,

      No sadness, for

He’s Living!

 

 

 

 

For Lungy

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 13^th October 2008 1915hrs.