If you are reading this
You must have great taste
I taste your tears and fears
Your lost love over the years
Smell the flowers in your garden
As my withered body hardens
Smile with your happiness
Cry with your grief
Ours is a life so wonderful
Yet so brief
If we love we falter
Starts at the altar
when we ail we suffer and shiver
Then God does deliver
A place of relief
For your belief
Only if!

by John Shea

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