A Poem: Without You
Love's broken chain, my furrowed brow;
My truce with fate forgets me now;
A lover's moon still laughs you fools -
To take a chance on me and lose.
So harder then to laugh than cry,
so harder then to live than die . . .
Dedicated to every man or woman who has lost their spouse to cancer.
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