And in My Hour of Sorrow

And in My Hour of Sorrow

And in my hour of sorrow
I am going through the paces
Condolences pouring in
with sadness on their faces

In my breaking heart it seems
the final goodby is never said
Everything just seems surreal
memories stir around in my head

Going through the motions
of carrying on with the day
I can hardly remember
what others have to say

Rain brings tears from heaven
my own fall to my breast
Life is meant to be precious
to this I can attest

Something is keeping me glued together
a higher power knows my inner soul
I must somehow relinquish admonition
for I realize I have no control

Patriotic Poet
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