Some Happier Days Poem by John Scully

Some Happier Days



I thought I heard your morning step
but it was my heart beating
missing steps
as I spoke you name.

And now my widow weeds
are turning dusty grey
as the years of tears
have dyed the cloth.

But still I look along
the road of life we travelled
and remember well your smile's
of some happier days.

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