I sat talking to an old man in a pub
And a story to me he told~
Of memories that he had in store
Of days now gone and old~
He spoke to me about his wife
Of the girl that he once wed~
A girl he knew for all of her life
And this to me he sadly said~
I knew my love for all of her life
From when she first came down from heaven~
I held her in my arms at first
When she was born and I was seven~
And being neighbors we grew up together
We knew the bad times and the good~
We fell inlove as people do
And lived as those inlove all should~
We wed and raised a family
But now they've grown and moved away~
And if you listen to my story
I ll tell you why I'm here alone today~
My love she grew old as we all do
From one thing and another~
She had been the best wife and partner
And a real devoted mother~
Last night I knew her last of all
When she left me for parts above~
She died telling me she loved me so
And just said " this is goodbye my love "~
Today she will be buried
And here I am alone~
I cannot live without her
And I hate the thought of going home~
I knew my only love from always
And for her love I ll always crave~
I knew my only love from always
From the cradle to the grave ~.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1964 .. TRUE STORY
One of my first poems