All The Fours.

All the fours, forty four,

That is the number of years,

The number of years it would be,

It would be today

That Joyce and I would have been married.

But she is no longer here,

She was taken from me

And now looks down with love

After passing six years ago.

As I looked out this morning

The full moon shone on me

And I saw her face looking,

Looking on me with love,

With love and happiness

As my life is good once more,

And once more I’ve found love,

Found love with Mary.

But Joyce is still with me

As both she and Mary are there,

There in my heart and mind

And forever will be.