(1.5) Going Without Peggy Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

I'm going without Peggy
And it seems so strange
To be going without Peggy

So many things have changed
Since my Peggy's death,
But my love remains unchanged

She took her last breath,
Never to take another,
Passing from life to death.

And so she joins her mother,
Barely thirteen months gone,
Even in death, very like each other.

She lived, she died, it's done.
Touching so many hearts,
Mine's broken now she's gone.

Touched by Cupid's darts,
Given a brief score of years
To find and know our hearts...

So much love, so many years,
All my life has been for Peggy
For so many, but so few, happy years

And now I've lost my Peggy
And it seems so strange
To be going without Peggy