My Later Life.

All of this month it has been missing,

The game I love has not been played,

The croquet ball has remained still

And the mallet has been asleep.

But the time is coming,

The time when the lawns re-open

And once more the mallet will strike,

Strike the balls towards the hoops,

Bringing back the game that saved me,

Saved me from such sadness,

Such sadness when my wife passed,

Passed into heaven above.

So now it is coming back,

My life is now so good

And I can spend my time,

Playing croquet and loving,

Loving the new wonderful lady,

That wonderful lady in my life,

My later life in this world.