This coming Sunday I've been asked To write a poem you see I've done a little of this before But it won't come easy for me. Because this is a poem about how I feel After some terrible pain. Maybe by writing about it Some insight I will gain. With the loss I sustained After forty eight years, Is an aching loneliness That can bring on tears. I may laugh and joke When out with friends, But all too soon The evening ends. And home I go to an empty shell Of a house I used to like so well, But all too soon The evening ends. And home I go to an empty shell Of a house I used to like so well, And the loneliness returns anew That aching pain just grew and grew. So I'm trying to reinvent myselft Take joy in family and friends so dear And gradually things will get better Year after year after year.