All dried up!

Not tears to fill an empty cup,

Sadness will not take the place

Of your warm, tender face.

Our lives are ours to mold;

Let love, fly free or clutch and hold,

Onto those we feel we need

Until we find the seed,

Within ourselves that grows;

Then we’ll see the truth of love’s flow.

It was your choice,

But I have a voice

That no longer sings the sad song…

I’m living alone and my man is gone.

I find Joy within,

As life begins again;

With eyes wide open I now see,

That life didn’t begin,

Nor will it end with you and me.