All I know

Mark_2011

Now spring is come and you are all I know,

I cannot bear to live without you near,

But which will be the first of us to go?

 

They say we die just when we cease to grow;

What growing means is not entirely clear,

Now spring is come and you are all I know.

 

The loss of those we love has brought us low,

And before resolution there is fear;

But which will be the first of us to go?

 

We breathe anew, I see your face aglow,

In park, on hill, or by a falling weir,

Now spring is come and you are all I know.

 

All private griefs give rise to undertow,

Your loss is mine and mine’s your own to steer,

But which will be the first of us to go?

 

To lose you when the buds are thickening so,

Would ice my heart in winter’s grip, my dear,

Now spring is come and you are all I know.

But which will be the first of us to go?

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Mark_2011 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2020 16:43
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