BECAUSE

It’s strange the rugged roads

We traveled—

Bearing the treacherous loads,

With a love unraveled.

But social status would have its way:

Splintering society gradually splitting

Us astray—

Now, we eternally ponder with what to say,

When meeting on another bereavement day.

Who would have thought we would ever part;

Interwoven like the water and salt of the sea?

But the winds of change were veiled at our start;

Now I’m moored away from you and you from me.

It’s strange how the waters of life ebb and flow;

And how undulating love just seems to come and go.

Now all is forgiven and we’ve survived the sorrowing grief;

May God continue to grant us peace and everlasting relief?