Now That You're Gone

Now That You’re Gone

There's good days and bad,
Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad.
I go on as best as I can,
Although I have no future plan.
 
I work most all of the day,
Keeping busy seems the best way.
The amount of work that remains to be done,
Each day’s hard to face, without you, my hon.

Without your support and words of praise,
There’s no joy derived, from my toil these days.
I've turned to poetry to help me forget;
The pain I feel, and often regret.


LeBuert  Feb.  2011