| | Rhymes with OrangePage 1 of 1 | Though the afternoon is warm with gentle breeze
I rest in bed, old and tired but at ease
As the light draws dim upon my life
I think of you, Dear, my beloved wife
And though you left this world years before
The joy and peace you brought me still endure
And if e’re I feel alone or weary
I draw back upon one certain memory
We sat one eve above a field of autumn grass
Talking, laughing, sipping wines from our glass
The sun descending, blazing royal orange
Painting the grass fronds with a golden fringe
We talked intimately of little things:
Silly things and small events, without meanings
Sharing little jokes and laughing all along
You laugh sweet and light, blending with the birdsong
That remembrance always brings a smile
And draws away all my cares awhile
And now, as my life slows and slowly slips away
It brings me comfort now, this, my final day. | |
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