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A man remembers his wife... |
Recollections of an Old Man Sitting in an overstuffed chair with saddened eyes and whitened hair thinking about journeys in life remembering his lovely wife he longed to hold her slender hand that once wore a gold wedding band feeling like a crumbling rock carrying too much pain to block swollen lumps in his throat remain teardrops pouring down like blue rain light from a lamp begins to fade as he continuously prayed for God to bless his aching heart for his life to once again start Author's Note: Bold words needed to be used in creating this piece. |