He stood alone, surveyed the room; cold shadows lit the wall,
the sun had set, the moon was on the rise,
he shuffled to the kitchen down a long and dreary hall,
a stream of bitter tears stung tired eyes.
The day progressed quite smoothly; now the family had left,
all sympathy and love wrapped in the cards,
the passing of his Molly had left Albert quite bereft
his heart was shattered in a million shards.
He poured himself a whisky and he settled with a glass
remembering old times they’d left behind,
losing track of timing, many hours came to pass
and Molly was the one thing on his mind.
Subconsciously he fiddled with a shiny band of gold,
remembering the one he gave to her,
no longer felt the warmth of love, his heart was dead and cold,
the visions in his mind began to blur.
They found him in the morning with a smile upon his face,
his wedding ring was clasped within his hand,
he’d gone to be with Molly, they no longer run the race
togetherness is all they'd ever planned.
Gold trophy winner
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