Three Days, Three Years

On Saturday you did not feel well, by Monday night you passed;

I laid you down for “seepy time”, but that nap would be your last!

I found you two hours later, the greatest of my fears;

For instead of only three days, we should have had three years!

Now I cry each day without you, my heart in constant pain;

Oft times my eyes are filled with, the tears of “purple rain”!

My soul now flies at half mast, for it lost its precious mate;

It trudges through life daily, for nothing can it sate!

Tomorrows dreams have ended, and are the nightmares of today;

For the joy of our existence, was stolen quick away!

“The Three Days Of The Condor”, brought never ending tears;

Three days that weren’t supposed to happen, they should have been three years!