Look at that- the little old man
Sitting, waiting calmly by the door

You can look at him and see the sadness
In his eyes.

For he thinks he’s still 20
And he’s waiting for his bride

He was never told
So long ago...
That her parents did not approve
And so she did not disobey,

She killed herself instead
Knowing she could never
Love another,
She cut off her own head

When her parents found her,
Laying in the grass

To her chest a note was pinned
“Dear parents I am free at last.”

Her parents cried
Whept and wailed
For she was all they had

Instead of looking at themselves,
They blamed the young man

They never spoke a word to him
So Never he did know

That his young bride
Had up and died
As dead as she could go.

And so he sat
Whilst all time had past
Never moving, or speaking
Not a bit.
And 50 years
He still sits
Waiting for his one true love
Waiting for his time to come.

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~~Morgan~~

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