After 58 years of a very Happy Marriage to a Queen of All QUEENS. I now sit here at home, alone at the very young age of 84, humming a song I once loved when I was a little boy.....it makes me feel so happy
Gone are days when my Heart was Young and Gay
Gone are my Friends from the Hills so far away
Gone from this Earth to a better Land I know
I hear thier Gentle Voices calling, 'Poor Old Joe.....;
I'm Comming....I'm Comming.....
My Head is bending low
I hear thier Gentle Voices calling, 'Poor Old Joe....'
The WILL to keep living is so strong, where'as Love just fades away....Richard
I miss my husband every single day, but would still love to find love again. I understand what you mean, Richard , that Love fades away --that is, the love that was always our steady rock, our beating heart. OUR love for that person seems always to be mixed with longing and sadness. I think that, wherever our beautiful ones are, they must know how much we still love them and always will. We will be together again.