I Talked To An Old Friend Today He Really Didn't Have Much To Say You See He Lost Every Thing He Had The Way He Talked He Was So Sad His Wife Had Gone On To Be With God He Said It Felt Just Like A Rod Had Been Stabbed In His Heart It Was The First Time In Years They Had Been Apart My Wife Was Everything I Had He Said In A Low Voice That Was Sad I Feel All Alone I Can't Stand To Be Without My Wife By My Hand She Told Me She Was Going To Die That Day It Was Not Long Before She Went Away My House Is Not A Home Without Her Here I Looked In His Eyes I Saw A Tear I Talk To Her Picture When I Am Alone I Tell Her I Love Her I Sing Her A Song I Hold Her Picture In My Hand All Is Left Is Our Wedding Band A Wife Is Something God Gives A Man To Love Him And Give Him A Helping Hand Have You Told Your Mate You Love Them Today Don't Wait Until Life Takes Them Away This is a poem I wrote about my uncle. His wife passed away here a few months ago.. This is something he sort of told me about her and the way he felt. It really tells the story if you knew him. They had been married 58 years. By Donald C. Kiser