Life in rhyme 💕

From a tiny tot and then a wife

I have seen my shares of troubled strife..as pain has cut me like a knife
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They say that time can heal a grieving heart..when loved ones pass over and have to part

Yet evermore I feel that pain..from forgotten faces that wax and wane

I am like that yoyo on a string

An up and down with everything

A high and low then inbetween..with moods that swing from things I’ve seen

But as the time turns on a clock..and chords that chime with ticking tock

My meloncholies come and go..as tides shall turn on ebb and flow

Yon wailing whistles within my worries..come like seasonal snowflake flurries

And timelessness may age my soul..hurting my heart and leaving a hole