To my son
Sometimes the pain is still new,
Though you’ve been gone so long,
I think of you and the tears flow,
I still wonder; could anything have been changed?
I live but a part of me feels like it is with you,
Cold and lonely in a far away grave,
And with your sib wheree’re they’ve flown,
Yes the world still turns,
And none of us makes much difference,
But we can if we try change for the better,
And live to make life better for those near and dear,
’Cause we never know when they will be gone.
© 2010 Vic Jones