SEPARATION

We walked in hand

Thro' the cities

And country over,

Shared our sweet memories

And danced like little lambs.

Loved all over

Carried away the blessings and goodwill.

A dark hand of fate,

Woke to see

And bore not to see the happiness.

Sought out in selfishness

To carry away

The simplicity of

Innocent gracefulness

When most needed

To nurse and

Share the humour

Of our reflections of the past,

Now driven to a place of desolution

And point of no return.