While she is gone, there should be a reprieve,
But none exists that I can now perceive,
Since others take her place to such effect
That I am still unable to direct
My life along the way that I believe.
So, all the peace and quiet I receive
Are insufficient, even, to relieve
The pall of pleasures–which I should reJect
While she is gone.
And yet, who would these pleasures all unweave,
So he might sit in silence, would deceive
His very conscience, and he would neglect
The only thing he’s trying to protect:
Contentment isn’ t easy to achieve
While she is gone.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 14, 1946
