They say that time is a healer.
We all go through bad times,
With lots of hurt and sorrow,
It's hard to envisage,
What we are going to do tomorrow.
It is hard to often accept,
A loved one has now sadly gone,
You feel as if you are in a bubble,
And life still keeps moving on.
You fear you will soon forget,
The important things they had said,
But these are forever embedded,
Deep within your head.
When you are sat all alone,
Think of the good times you had,
This will help you to smile again,
Instead of you feeling so sad.
They say that time is a healer,
Of this open wound of love,
So pray for your loved ones every day,
As they look down upon you from above.
Written by David Boyce
05 February 2016
David Boyce©2016
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