"The Right Place" The death of her husband harmed her, Bringing to her bitter sadness With its painful song. But, she has recovered. The dear widow washes herself, And she imagines what is to be ahead. Outside, the sky had dealt to her The weather on the hill Which was rough trouble. But now, on a car trip, A road enough is a flowing matter and fun. It takes her to see the city to play in. On the ride, old trees are naturally placed On the sides of the roads. The gate of her soul opens for a change. - Billy M.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 20:27:29 +0000