A River's Story

She swept the dusty front porch,
The hundredth time this year.
Sweeping up old memories,
She brushed away a tear.
The days weren't so important then.
The hours weren't so slow.
When people sat, it felt as if
They'd never have to go.

She holds loneliness in a corner of her heart,
As years roll by, waiting for life to restart.
Love now gone holds her back again,
Like a river's story without end,
A river's story without end.

He smiled a grimace,
Hoping that his visitors would leave.
They did not help his temperament,
Just added to his grief.
No matter how he wished that she
Would grace his life once more,
Her footsteps faded,
Blending with a past beyond his door.

He holds loneliness in a corner of his heart,
As years roll by, waiting for life to restart.
Love now gone holds him back again,
Like a river's story without end,
A river's story without end.

They hardly speak. The family's gone.
They're living there alone,
Focused on their daily wine,
And if someone will phone,
Looking forward to each Sunday,
When their son will sometimes call,
Then close their separate bedroom doors
As silence fills the hall.

They hold loneliness in a corner of their hearts,
As years roll by, waiting for life to restart.
Love now gone holds them back again,
Like a river's story without end,
A river's story, river's story,
A river's story.

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