That Day
You’ve gone, and that’s the truth
The picture of disaster
And like a spider on the loose
Who’s no more a web master
I flounder in the drafts of past
Attempting to get out
There’s no well-trodden path
It’s like the every round
I do seems new to me
But as the days go by
There’s nothing new I see
You’ve gone without goodbye
Into the vale of grey
Into the land of sorrow
Time stopped one sunny day
It didn’t meet tomorrow.
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