It's hard to be someone who cares
best to have a heart of stone
for those who love hurt too deeply
each time they're left behind alone
There've been too many gone before
and each one took a part of me
some times I feel I'm just a shell
of the whole person I used to be
'Till now I look around and see
dwindling numbers of the ones I love
how many more must I out live
and be left mourning like a dove?
Late at night when sleep won't come
I think of all the ones I've lost
then try to choke back a few tears
when I tally up the cost
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Stan,
Just know how you feel with this one as I have lost 9 of my close family or friends over the last 2 years,
A write I feel needs just a little more, it was a fraction below your normal impact, the dove seemed an out word, but that is just me.
Otherwise damn good theme and nearly up there with your others,
Yours Ian.T
Hi Ian
It Does seem that the losses come in bunches doesn't it? I have another stanza for the end but it isn't quite right . I'll keep tinkering with this one...............stan