The sun lies low over the horizon
Rays cutting through the autumn skies
Waves shimmering in the evening orange light;
Tears roll down my wrinkled cheeks
Weeping for the wasted years of my life,
Years spent loving someone who died long ago
Someone who died before our son was born;
And now even he has been taken from me.
But that's just as well all things considered
Bearing in mind he was a total ******.
Thus, he is well out of it, if you ask me
And I couldn't care a flying **** really.