Fifty years since I became your bride
My old age unthinkable back then
No longer are you happy by my side
Now I feel like drift wood on the tide
Going where I do not know or when
Fifty years since I became your bride
How to be alone, and how decide?
Grateful am I to the words I pen
No longer are you smiling by my side
With no map or path, I roamed plains wide
Wandered like a lunatic with pain
Fifty years since I became your bride
At least I am alive and here reside
Wandering is no life for those disdained
No longer are you sitting by my side
I think of history and the years you spanned
The worst World War, your mother, life began
Fifty years since I became your bride
No longer are you here;oh,love , you died.
