If I had known how many weeks
      would come and go
'Ere I again should see you
      would I have acted so.

Would I have read the future
and known what was to be---
I wouldn't have hurt you darling
had all the world been given to me.

For I dream of you at night, dear----
and think of you all day---
I was cross when I was with you
because--- that was my way.

We always treat our dear ones
  the ones we love the best
just a trifle colder
than we ever treat the rest.

Sort o' lonesome, sort O blue
sort o' pinin  just for you
sort o' wishing for a way
I could be with you today
sort o' wondering if you know
just how much I'm missing you
thought I'd tell you just what is what
I'm missing you an awful lot.

The clouds were forming pictures
That only I could see
and in my album
was one of you and me
you had bent to kiss me
and you were about to say
that you would always, always
----- and then the wind blew
them away.

             Too Late
If I could go back o'er my days
and trace my steps through all the ways
I think the first thing I would do
would be to find my way to you
and seek to take from out your heart
the pain for which the greatest part
I was to blame.
                                                               Jon York 2017


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