(Shearer)
Sunday nights
            Used to be nice
            All together
            Whatever the weather
Didn't understand
            What happened?
            So young
            Where had you gone?
            And for how long?
Monday morning
            Didn't know what it meant
            I might have dreamt
            When he said
            You were dead
People so nice
            Sugar and spice
            The pictures remain
            The memory ingrained
Tears of grief
            Lay the wreath
            Kind regards
            To the thief
Now I'm older
            People say bolder
            But sometimes when things aren't so clear
            I wish you were here
          
© 2012 Andrew Shearer.