Life has dealt me a terrible blow;
my lifelong companion is dead;
now I’m left with no place to go;
it should have been my life, instead.
Will I ever be loved again;
and feel that warm embrace;
experience a new romance; begin;
and caress a feminine face?
Grief is sadness, mutiplied by ten;
a sorrow, impossible to explain;
others think you can start over again;
just like coming in out of the rain.
I feel that I’m in an empty place;
only shadows around that I see;
I keep searching for a friendly face;
but no one is there to see me.
I’m very much older this time;
it’s too late to start life anew;
others view me as senility, sublime;
and then turn to wish me adieu.
I can’t imagine someone to care;
my loneliness sets me apart;
it seems unlikely I’ll find one to share;
one who will give me her heart.
This isn’t the first love I have lost;
for I’ve been rejected before;
death has exacted this lastest cost;
and I feel not alive anymore.