Not now, honey
1.Your hand warm
Their hand cold
Too little lived,
Too much untold.
Your hair long
Their head bold
One soul still,
The other old.
2.Your eyes wet
Its nose dry
It’s too late,
You wonder why.
Always gone,
Never home,
Can’t buy its joy
With a flung bone.
3.Your work hard
Your life grey,
But hug them now,
Not the next day.
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